We Were born to ridex4

We were the first here, they had no right
We did our best to fight
White men, but we lost
And now we're ghosts

We were born to ride, not to fight and kill
Our bloods melt on the hill
Axes versus guns
We had no chance

We were born to ride, to hunt, to show our stripes
In the laws of Indian Tribes
They turned us into toys
For american boys

Musique : Pierre Dorso
Chant et Paroles : Christian Bruel


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