Текст песни In the Snow - Red Hot Chili Peppers

My mates have all gone married now
Off living in a kindred cloud
Not that kind

They cuddle up with kitten's bone
Puddle in their beds at home
I still can't find

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now

Do you want to come with me?
Do you want to come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

I check my stupid phone again
No matter that it's 4 a.m
It burns my eyes

Spotlights born to shine at night
Come what may, it always might
Burn so bright

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now

Do you want to come with me?
Do you want to come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow

High-waisted, she tasted like a salacious, confrontation salvation
From the salivating demarcation of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin, untamed by the silk that framed
Her Manhattan trap door, which became duly unbattened
She's Latin, out cattin'

Does everything that feels so nice
Come with an inverted price?
I still don't know

The ball is clearly in my court
And I am happy to report
It's moving slow

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now

Do you want to come with me?
Do you want to come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow

Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over, ah-ah-ah

Of a humbling Colombian
Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin (slumber skin)
The summer wind, we crumble some
The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubblegum (bubble gum)
Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us that the mellow tangelo is jealous (is jealous, jealous)
For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show
She said, "Hell no"
The cock bottom temple varies like autumn lights soft the cost

The Fibonacci lost her sauce (lost her sauce)
Into the last remaining hostage boss, sweet toss
Now, I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative, repetitive (repetitive)
An uncredited, she comes well-vetted
Gracefully and studied
Blue steadiness
The wrath, the math

The not yet fractured tabernacle of the Basil Rathbone
And the last disaster casting
Impassible laughter blocks my path
Blue chaff (blue chaff, blue chaff)
Blue chaff (blue chaff, blue chaff)
Blue (blue) chaff (chaff)