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Danse Hongroise N5

de Musique De L'air De Paris

Aliens stepped on the virgin-sand
They brought the gifts to people of prairie-land
They brought the expensive giftsSo expensive gifts.
So expensive gifts.

Two holy faith were facing one other
In cross-fire of dirty syndicates.
Frosty-diamond eyes of early death,
Oh God! They wasn't born to hate!

Colour lines of murders
In redskin of their faces.
Manitou is thirsty to revenge
'Cause white people don't wanna peace.

Still, every wigwam stands,
The powder is dry as the land.

It's good day to die!

Oath of revenge is in their blood.
Only the skulls of hate.
Dead face to dead face, like
Deformed masks of fair fates.

Sun brother! Moon sister!
Ghost of winds! Demon of fights!
We're standing before altar of sacrifice,
And we're playing to you:
Turb back the time!

Speed lead-bullets,
The death had come from holy-guns.
And over the flameing circus.
The eyes of smoke are "crying for indians".

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