77 Bombay Street - Indian | Текст песни

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• 77 Bombay Street
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There are 10 wild horses feeding on the
grass alone
watched by an indian he tries to catch them
all with his eagle on his shoulder talking
to the setting sun
he waits for the moment for the
night to come
hidden in the rocks watching the horses how
they run
they play in the river called bougos golden
tonguesending out his eagle to show him where
to go
it takes him to a foreign land he’s never been before
i wished i were an indian going with the wind
i can fly with the butterflies no high-tech no rainy eyes
i’d love to be an indian in mother nature’s paradise
no co2 in the air i wished i was there
he awakes in the morning with the rising sun
his eagle and the horses they went away they`re gone
he tries to find his way back home to where he once
belonged
but the world has changed into a place where
something has
gone wrong
this indian he’s called tadero
he’s the youngest
son of big chief farero
and i believe he’s still alive in his
beautiful paradise
away from mother earth
somewhere in the universe