A keresés eredménye

Close to Little Big Horn

That is the land of the Natives where Little Big Horn lies
There General Custer arrives with his battalion
Blue riders' coats, shadows of long carbines
And smoke flies from Native signals across the sky
 
It was Jim Bridger who said he had a dream last night
About the ground under the Seventh cavalry turning red with blood
The Sioux tribe is fearless and they know their land well
If only Custer was listening to these warning words
 
Close to Little Big Horn through the gray prairie
General Custer is arriving with the Seventh Cavalry
In vain the tracker Bridger advises him: Command them to go back!
It's the the only option you still have, save your last breath!
 
It was Jim Bridger who said he had a dream last night
About the ground under the Seventh cavalry turning red with blood
The Sioux tribe is fearless and they know their land well
If only Custer was listening to these warning words
 
Close to Little Big Horn, the shadow of death hovers
Horse riders fall, carbine shots
The collars of blue coats are colored red
The Sioux tribe is fearless and they know their land well
 
It was Jim Bridger who said he had a dream last night
About the ground under the Seventh cavalry turning red with blood
The Sioux tribe is fearless and they know their land well
If only Custer was listening to these warning words
 
Then everything fell silent and only tom-tom rumbled over the country
The victorious tribe of the Sioux disappears in the clouds of dust
Tatters of the star flag on the hills the wind blew
There the general lies in the middle of his men
 
It was Jim Bridger who said he had a dream last night
About the ground under the Seventh cavalry turning red with blood
The Sioux tribe is fearless and they know their land well
If only Custer was listening to these warning words
 

At the gates of heaven

I used to like a few songs and I lived for them,
tramping trails, the ones I dreamed of.
In the summer, when the landscape lay down under a gentle night curtain,
I recognized I love this world.
 
I took every job without excuses
and I had (health) problems so I almost gave up.
I always stand up and tried to go again,
for the honor I'm still allowed to live with you, (folks).
 
I used to like the shade of the trees, the river current,
the mountain peaks that cannot be conquered.
I'm not looking for a more beautiful world at all,
I'll tell you that there, at the gates of heaven.
 
The children's laughter and the horse manes flapping in the wind,
some wise sentences I should have known them already,
when the direct sunlight warmed my back,
I recognized I love this world.
 
I used to like the shade of the trees, the river current,
the mountain peaks that cannot be conquered.
I'm not looking for a more beautiful world at all,
I'll tell you that there, at the gates of heaven.
 
I used to like...
I'll tell you that at the gates of heaven
I'll tell you that there, at the gates of heaven.