White man came across the sea,
He brought us pain and misery.
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need.
We fought him hard, we fought him well,
Out on the plains we gave him hell.
But many came, too much for Cree,
Oh, will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,
Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game.
Murder for freedom, a stab in the back.
Women and children and cowards attack.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Soldier blue in the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing for game.
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good Indians are tame.
Selling them whisky and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Белый человек прибыл из-за моря,
Он принес нам боль и страдания.
Он убил наши семьи,он убил нашу веру,
Он забрал нашу игру для собственной нужды.
Мы сражались с ним упорно, мы сражались с ним хорошо,
На равнинах мы устроили ему ад.
Но их много пришло,слишком много для племени Кри,
О,будем ли мы когда-нибудь освобождены?
Продвигаемся через облака пыли и бесплодные земли,
Быстро скачем по равнинам.
Гоним краснокожих к их норам,
Сражаемся с ними в их собственной игре.
Убийство ради свободы, удар в спину.
Женщины, дети и трусливое нападение.
Бегите к холмам,спасайте свою жизнь.
Бегите к холмам,спасайте свою жизнь.
Солдаты в форме на бесплодных землях,
Охотятся и убивают ради забавы.
Насилуют женщин и убивают мужчин,
Хорошие индейцы - те,что приручены.
Продают им виски и забирают их золото,
Порабощают молодых и уничтожают старых.
Бегите к холмам,спасайте свою жизнь.
Бегите к холмам,спасайте свою жизнь. White man came across the sea,
He brought us pain and misery.
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need.
We fought him hard, we fought him well,
Out on the plains we gave him hell.
But many came, too much for Cree,
Oh, will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,
Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game.
Murder for freedom, a stab in the back.
Women and children and cowards attack.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Soldier blue in the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing for game.
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good Indians are tame.
Selling them whisky and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives
White man came across the sea,
He brought us pain and suffering.
He killed our family, he killed our faith,
He took our game for his own needs.
We fought him hard we fought him well,
On the plains we gave him hell.
But a lot of them came too much for Cree,
Oh, if we ever released?
Moving through the cloud of dust and badlands,
We skip quickly across the plains.
Ghonim Redskins to their burrows,
Fight them at their own game.
Murder for freedom, stab in the back.
Women, children and cowardly attack.
Run to the hills, to save his life.
Run to the hills, to save his life.
Soldiers in uniform on barren lands,
Hunt and kill for fun.
Raping women and killing men,
Good Indians - those that tamed.
Sell them whiskey and taking their gold,
Young enslave and destroy old ones.
Run to the hills, to save his life.
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