17 acessos
They are speaking to us when the wind blows
they have words reaching us from the sea
They are speaking to us when the wind blows
The gods of the Indians feel sorrow 'cause the nature seems some kind of strange
no more sacrifice in the moonlight and no god will bring us any change....any change
Silent Gods keep on hiding their faces
toward they can see their eyes
every day are just blinded
Silent Gods turn their heads of away from their cruelty of souls
no warm smile reunions the people