I see the seeds of despair, Of pain and of
betrayal
The tears rain over the plants, Surrounded by the
ambition
Indians were taken to die, Freedom only at the sea
The singing of birds will advise, That sad the sun
will be
They pray, and they pray to leave from white men
hell
Indians turned to slaves at the master‘s house
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
The news of the crossing informed us, Discovery
will be made
Their red skin stained by blood, Hands are
gleaming with gold
Reflections of their divided tribes, The arrows
broken by the gun
Dressed for war it’s the force of life, Imposes
fear and pain
They pray, and they pray to leave from white men
hell
Indians turned to slaves at the master‘s house
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
Suffering brings the wealth
Souls taken by the winds
Men kept fighting for greed
Fever of power blinds
Hurting who doesn’t know
Evil has challenged all of them
Solo
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
Someone survived, Survived for the dance of
victory
Someone survived, Survived for the dance of
victory