Hey, listen people…
I’ve got a story to tell
There are dreamest jeeves people
I know just well.
One is the Milkman, one is the Ia’man
But most of all
I don’t trust
The Woodman Natan.
When I told my wife:
«Stop feel with them!
Isn’t dear Polin
What you told me my firend».
She sad the Milkman and the Ia’man:
«I can’t be felling with them
But I will meet a woodman and again
And I’ll take wood from him».
I was so mad
Think that this could be sad
I say: «I want to know
What this is all about».
She sad: «You don’t understand
Who fells it lose it
It’s not so easy
To forget of Jah-God good Woodman».
Is a jealousy
Or my cure yes it is
What I make a swear:
«Nobody see them again».
And I saw her cry’n
I saw what that man her dear
She said: «Don't trying
To forget of Jah-God good Woodman».