An old indian warrior stands on a hill On the only land which is a holy place still Though the glory is gone and the children have fun With the things that used to be valuable before
He looks down below, remembers the buffalos and bows And he knows but don't understand And he don't wanna learn to live with closed windows As the #a6231b man life goes
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky I look at us, my friend, and I still don't know why The stars keep turning and the land remains But, I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same As the times before, the times we had before
We are indian warriors too, we keep our pride But sometimes our road becomes wide And we have to find our own hill to hide From the fear that is always beside us
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky I look at us, my friend, and I still don't know why The stars keep turning and the land remains But, I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky I look at us, my friend, and I still don't know why The stars keep turning and the land remains But, I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same As the times before, as the times we had before