Mary Travers - Indian Sunset текст песни

Текст песни Indian Sunset - Mary Travers



As he awoke this evening
With the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging
Upon a painted tepee
He went to see his chieftain
With his war lance and his woman
For they told him that the yellow moon
Would very soon be leaving
Oh this I can't believe he said
I won't believe our warlord's dead
He would not leave the chosen ones
To the buzzards and the soldiers guns
Oh great father of the Iroquois
Ever since I was young
I've read the writing of the smoke
And breast fed on the sound of drums
I've learned to hurl the tomahawk
And ride a painted pony wild
To run the gauntlet of the Sioux
To make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watch
The red man's race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to hear
From Yellow Dog whom the white man fears
I take only what is mine Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see you die
Along with my tribe's pride
I go to search for the yellow moon
And the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold
And the healing waters run
Trampling down the prairie rose
Leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me
I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades
Geronimo was dead
He'd been laying down his weapons
When they filled him full of lead
Now there seems no reason
Why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land
I can't find a home
It's lonely and it's quiet
And the horse soldiers are coming
And I think it's time I strung my bow
And ceased my senseless running
For soon I'll find the yellow moon
Along with my loved ones
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields
Without the sound of guns
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes
With a bullet hole



Авторы: Bernie Taupin, Elton John


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