Storm
(Where the indians were born)
Burning houses lost in war
Stoned cold fighres sing in a choir
Happy melodies covered by the sand
Hot sandstorms have crossed the land
Where the indians were born
(all I wanna do is cry)
All tears are blown away by storm
Dry salt lying on the earth
Too much water has flown away
Because of death and birth
Where was your goddess when your children are to gone
When they took the lives of everyone
When there was hunger on the flight
(where was your goddess when your realitives died)