所属专辑:Family Collection 1987-2007
歌手: Havana Black
时长: 03:37
An old indian warrior stands on a hill [00:00:17]
On the only land which is a holy place still [00:00:26]
Though the glory is gone and the children have fun [00:00:34]
With the things that used to be valuable before [00:00:44]
He looks down below remembers the buffalos and bows [00:00:51]
And he knows but don't understand [00:01:00]
And he don't wanna learn to live with closed windows [00:01:09]
As the white man life goes [00:01:18]
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky [00:01:28]
I look at us my friend and I still don't know why [00:01:33]
The stars keep turning and the land remains [00:01:37]
But, I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same [00:01:41]
As the times before the times we had before [00:01:47]
We are indian warriors too we keep our pride [00:02:06]
But sometimes our road becomes wide [00:02:15]
And we have to find our own hill to hide [00:02:23]
From the fear that is always beside us [00:02:33]
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky [00:02:44]
I look at us my friend and I still don't know why [00:02:48]
The stars keep turning and the land remains [00:02:52]
But I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same [00:02:56]
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky [00:03:01]
I look at us my friend and I still don't know why [00:03:05]
The stars keep turning and the land remains [00:03:09]
But I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same [00:03:13]
As the times before as the times we had before [00:03:20]