Indianer - Barbara Moleko

Står på en klippetop

Bag dig kommer solen op

Ånder tåger ud i luften

Morgenkold og klar

Hesten snuser til dit hår

Og følger med dig, når du går

Ned til byen, ud i skoven

Hvor du kommer fra

Indianer

Indianer

Bjergene holdt dig fri

Dem søgte du tilflugt i

Som et dyr imellem stammer

Glider du forbi

Jeg ved, du ikke ligner mig

Men ind imellem føler jeg

At så længe du er fange

Bli’r jeg aldrig fri

Indianer

Indianer

Søn af alt der gror — vand og ild og jord

Søn af alt der gror

Søn af alt der gror — vand og ild og jord

Søn af alt der gror

Indianer

Søn af alt der gror

Indianer

Kalder du på mig?

Indianer

Søn af alt der gror

Indianer

Kalder du på mig?

Hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya

Hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya

Standing on a cliff top

Behind you the sun comes up

Spirits mist into the air

Morning cold and clear

The horse sniffs for your hair

And accompanies you as you go

Down to the city, out into the woods

Where you come from

Indian

Indian

The mountains kept you free

You sought refuge in them

As an animal in between strains

Do you slip past

I know you do not look like me

But sometimes I feel

That as long as you are a prisoner

I'll never be free

Indian

Indian

Son of all that grows - water and fire and earth

Son of everything that grows

Son of all that grows - water and fire and earth

Son of everything that grows

Indian

Son of everything that grows

Indian

Are you calling me?

Indian

Son of everything that grows

Indian

Are you calling me?

Hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya

Hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya, hey-ya