Текст песни San Jacinto - Peter Gabriel

Thick cloud, steam rising
Hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me, buffalo roam
Sage in bundle, rub on skin

Outside, cold air
Stand, and wait for rising sun
Red paint, eagle feathers
Coyote calling, it has begun

Something moving in, I taste it in my mouth
And in my heart
It feels like dying, slow
Letting go of life

(Hyena wakan tanka)
(Hyena wakan tanka)
(Hyena wakan tanka)
(Hyena wakan tanka)

Medicine man lead me up though town
Indian ground, so far down
Cut up land, each house, a pool
Kids wearing water wings, drink in cool

Follow dry river bed, watch Scout and Guides
Make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco
Sittin' Bull steakhouse, white men dream

A rattle in the old man's sack, see
Look at mountain top, keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow
White wind blow

I hold the line
The line of strength that pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto
I hold the line
San Jacinto
The poison bite and darkness take my sight
I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek
Think I'm losing it, getting weaker

I hold the line!
I hold the line!
San Jacinto
Yellow eagle flies down from the sun
From the sun

We will walk, on the land
We will breathe, of the air
We will drink, from the stream
We will live, hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the line
Hold the line