Skladba

Dance of ghosts

Stredoveká hudba

I'm still awake in the morning
When I hear the bell three times,
Stars are wandering the night sky

As they form the ancient signs.
The pressure on my chest leaves
With Sagittarius shoots,
Whatever happens is to happen
Stars are fate and sacred roots.

I was standing in the same night
Different time and different life,
Dancing wild along a drum beat
Dance of Ghosts around a fire.
Flames in eyes, the glare of campfires
Cheeks are painted, hungry nights,
Sleep with a gun instead of woman,
Pay a death for every life.

I had a soul, wings of an eagle,
Flying above trees with birds,
I saw love to love, and evil
Matched to hate by guns and words.
In the Sun Dance I was walking
Through the years towards the vein,
I spoke to ancestors and ghosts,
I saw white bison as he came.

Hey, I'm warrior, I'm your friend,
In the love and war the Spirit pure and great.
He gave the fire and land away,
The rivers and the flow dance of the air.

Empty words, using a brute force
They stuff in our hungry mouth,
Another contract, one more promise
Until birds will fly down South.
They are stealing sacred treasure,
The soul of ancient mountain gods,
The way of robbery and lies
To get what guarded always was.

They write a law that even murder
Turns into noble acts of grace,
Hanging people in the booze and taxes,
End of our days.
I am frozen in the dark night,
Every day is good to die,
When my fingertips are catching sky above head,
Holding on my life.

Hey, I'm warrior, I'm your friend,
In the love and war the Spirit pure as great.
He gave the fire and land away,
The rivers and the flow dance of the air.

More and more, like in a cage
They push us, taking our gold,
Before they wanted just my land
Today they want to steal my soul.
The only wish I ever had
Was to be free and trot the horse.
To see the sunrise, hear the wind singing
And live the way I was.

Hey, I'm just a fighter of my tribe,
A man who got used to the pain of every night.
And I still say that I hear the screams that bite,
A word that kills more men than daggers in a fight.