Lyrics Druhá tráva

Druhá tráva

Rock, Salt and Nails

On the banks of the river where the willow hang down

Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound

Down in the hollow where the water runs cold

It was there I first listened to the lies that you told

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face

And the past I remember time cannot erase

The letter you wrote me it was written in shame

And I know that your conscience still echos my name

Now the nights are so lonely lord sorrow runs deep

Nothing is worse than a night without sleep

I walk out alone and look at the sky

Too empty to sing too loneseome to cry

Now if the ladies were blackbirds if the ladies were thrushes

I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes

If the ladies were squirrels with them high bushy tails

I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails