所属专辑:The Unfinished Revolution
歌手: Christy Moore
时长: 03:47
Natives - Christy Moore[00:00:00]
For all of our languages we can't communicate[00:00:14]
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here[00:00:23]
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream[00:00:32]
The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream[00:00:41]
Voices in anger victims of history[00:00:50]
Plundered and set aside grow fat on swallowed pride[00:00:59]
With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives[00:01:13]
Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise[00:01:22]
Saviours and conquerers they make us wait[00:01:31]
Like fishers of men they wave their truth like bait[00:01:39]
But with the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame[00:01:48]
The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain[00:01:58]
For all of our languages we can't communicate[00:02:31]
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here[00:02:40]
The scars of the past are slow to disappear[00:02:49]
The cries of the dead are always in our ears[00:02:58]
And only the very safe can talk about wrong and right[00:03:07]
Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight[00:03:16]
For all of our languages we can't communicate[00:03:30]