An old indian warrior stands on a hill
On the only land which is a holy place still
Though the glory is gone and the children have fun
With the things that used to be valuable before
He looks down below remembers the buffalos and bows
And he knows but don't understand
And he don't wanna learn to live with closed windows
As the white man life goes
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky
I look at us my friend and I still don't know why
The stars keep turning and the land remains
But I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same
As the times before the times we had before
We are indian warriors too we keep our pride
But sometimes our road becomes wide
And we have to find our own hill to hide
From the fear that is always beside us
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky
I look at us my friend and I still don't know why
The stars keep turning and the land remains
But I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same
Like the indian warrior looks up to the sky
I look at us my friend and I still don't know why
The stars keep turning and the land remains
But I'm afraid that nothing will ever be the same
As the times before as the times we had before
