Το Στέκι των Κιθαρωδών
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Hey old Cherokee
I' ve tried so hard to trace you
you brave tribe's chief
The moment that I faced you I felt relief
We sat nearby the river
I thought it turned to red
when I saw all these feathers on your head
Each feather tells a story
for the moment that the glory
was achieved
Hey old Cherokee
Don't try to start a war
The tomahock was burried long ago
The future doesn't suit you
the past can't heal the wounds
your spirit stays alive in the woods
Hey old Cherokee
The memories are dead
Hey old Cherokee
Hey my old friend
I 've found you in the forest
You' re praying in the dawn
The souls of your warriors came along
You' re dancing round the fire
to burn your secret sins
The women of the tribe start to sing
Every song tell a story
for the moment that the glory
was achieved