The next one is called "Spring."
There are four letter words in here.
And it's not love, so get ready for it.
Spring.
Spring is not like the season, but a spring that's
out in the country.
"The place used to be sacred.
I still remember.
I was only a kid when I followed my grandfather there.
But I don't remember everything.
Still, the man got well.
Now he's healthy, walking about.
He has become an old man.
I still remember.
We went there with this man.
Heart jewels were selected for offering.
They went there carrying the jewels.
My grandfather and that man went there
to that spring up in the middle of nowhere.
I sat in the truck parked some distance away.
I was told to stay in the truck, so I stayed behind.
And I looked to the west clouds floated about,
showers drifted about.
To the west, thunders rolled and lightning flashed.
The whole land sparkled in the water.
The whole land was beautiful.
Yes, it was beautiful.
It was beautiful.
I think this may be the place I still remember.
Now a windmill is standing there.
The wind spins the metal.
Where the grass grew, sand dunes roll.
Where the young birds used to travel, only crows hop about.
Where sacred jewels were offered,
naked women spreading their legs are depicted on metal.
Where sacred songs were heard, only drunk
yells where prayers were offered.
People screamed fuck you where people prayed.
Earth, my mother.
Water woman, my mother.
Where people related to the place, you want a good fuck,
go see [INAUDIBLE] or a momma or scribbled onto metal barrels.
Where the Earth sparkled in water,
wine bottles reflecting the sun, beer cans shine up the place.
The place used to be sacred.
I remember.
I'm parked some distance away sitting in my truck,
taking a slug every now and then.
The place used to be sacred, but I don't remember everything."