Текст песни Линкс - Что вам пожелать на прощанье, индейцы

Hi, I'm a red-pepper paleface European
The hour has come to you not to hope that the Indian
I'll kill your buffalo burn corn crop
I fuck your squaw, and will lay waste the prairies
Get out of the land went to the exit with things
We are parting from you feed the soul bream
Free The sides No personal ruthlessness
This is not a genocide, we defend their rights
At a time when your sunset will change our dawn
I have something else to say at last
Soon, the freedom gives way cent
And here we will build a huge shopping mall
Dances with Wolves finished now you are homeless
What do you still wish to track leader
It is better to come here in ten years
And perhaps you can buy yourself firewater