Part 1 Indians in my head They promise that I will regret But I do not listen to them And now They are dancing in my head Indians in my head They screamed, jumped and sang I knew: I'm one of them And now we are dancing in my head. We are dancing in my head We are dancing…
Part 2 One of them Approached me He asked Do you see? Do you fell? Do you hear the sound of nature!
I hear, I hear the sounds Of trees, as they say Indians Now!!! I understand But it's, but it's too late !!! It's so too late ! So Fucking Late !
Part 3 When they look at the world through my eyes They see the frustration When they listen to my ears Their scars are bleeding When they breathe ambient air They lose consciousness When they feel all this pain They know we are all to blame