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Elton John - Indian Sunset
12.09.2012, 00:38
  • Elton John - Indian Sunset


    As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
    Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
    Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
    For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
    This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead
    Oh 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 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

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    авторы: Элтон Джон и Берни Топин

    из альбома "Madman across the Water" (1971)
Категория: Элтон Джон | Добавил: NATALYA | Теги: заморский, тексты песен
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