Translation: Morris, Jenny. Land Of The Long White Cloud / Aotearoa.
to you Time, peaceful as a hurricane eye Peaceful as a hurricane eye A history of whispers, a shadow of a horse Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse White cloud
'm fine Studio's in a cloud Smelling kind of loud Nuthin like pimpin Nigga fuck Bill Clinton Make me the mother fucking president I'll make the White
I go somewhere, don't remember how I came Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? Or the Digi being stained on my brain? Appear from a cloud of smoke
lately I've been leasin Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land
be no more chains They surrendered breath and name And survived countless as rain I'm the weather man The clouds say storm is coming A white buffalo
! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land
for long the clouds have traveled restlessly swelling above the waters if the heavenly flame now melts the frost with just the stream we drift those white
below dont say doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here! slur my esses, then you blur my message i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope
This land is home to me I was talking to my neighbor He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right
I stand. She is the brightest star that's in the sky, She is the reason every astronaut would fly. I see the lighting clouds of white on Cobalt fields
A long white cloud ancient land Open field sacred ground Bays of plenty, the bluff, the cape Streaming sands, boiling place White water swells, bridges
him day and night By the northern stars bright light Growing stronger, coming nearer Upon a steed as white as snow He is riding through this land Of
surrounded I surrender All All that I am I have been All I have been has been a long time coming I am becoming all that I am The spittle that surrounds
of indiscretions down Falling all around In cycles In circles Constantly consuming Conquer and devour Cause it's time to bring the fire down Bridle all this indiscretion Long
our land Down on the road of thieves, we watch our enemies Hate in our hearts and guns in our hands As long the winds are free, the white man shall bleed
keep their love on land In their lover's arms they hide And never fear the tide Or the moon upon the water Loke lost sailors seeking land And the clouds
