Madras

Give me the madras and let me feel so high!
And like a sailor's survival with the autumn wind;
But like a gold in the morning sun,
I will be with you today and forever.

Hand on to the ropes and let the event of things pass you by,
For at dawn i will be fed with the madras;
And to give a legion like the autumn wind.

The tower of my strength is in this madras!
With the life of the nature of things to see thorugh your love;
And like a gold in the morning sun.