When the day is done I'm walking down the docks
Side by side with old companions
We sit down to watch the sunset over dirty rocks
We're sons of the ancient hunters
We are born for
Hunting game
Endless pain
There I want to stay
No more fish in the stream
The American Dream
Has destroyed the land of Indians
Whiteman's money's ruling again
But we stand up to them
Talkin', smokin'
Visions will lead us the way
Goin' to
Mountains high
Eagles fly
There I want to die
I will rise and fall
Bury my heart
At Wounded Knee…
[x2]
They have slain my father's body
But his spirit is still alive
He rides across a sacred country
In freedom and eternal life
I will join him at his fire
Some day
It's my favorite desire
To hear the tale when he said
I will rise and fall
Bury my heart
At Wounded Knee
Side by side with old companions
We sit down to watch the sunset over dirty rocks
We're sons of the ancient hunters
We are born for
Hunting game
Endless pain
There I want to stay
No more fish in the stream
The American Dream
Has destroyed the land of Indians
Whiteman's money's ruling again
But we stand up to them
Talkin', smokin'
Visions will lead us the way
Goin' to
Mountains high
Eagles fly
There I want to die
I will rise and fall
Bury my heart
At Wounded Knee…
[x2]
They have slain my father's body
But his spirit is still alive
He rides across a sacred country
In freedom and eternal life
I will join him at his fire
Some day
It's my favorite desire
To hear the tale when he said
I will rise and fall
Bury my heart
At Wounded Knee
envoyé par giorgio - 4/10/2012 - 13:25
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Album: Dirty Surfaces
“I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse.
I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea.
You may bury my body in Sussex grass,
You may bury my tongue at Champmedy.
I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee”
(Stephen Vincent Benét)