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Vídeo colorido vertical do pôr da lua crescente de hoje, navegando pelo céu escuro da parte superior direita da imagem terminando na parte inferior esquerda. 📹 Vídeo time-lapse gravado por mim hoje na Serra da Mantiqueira, Brasil 🇧🇷
This pays ode to the mistreated Native Americans during Colonial America when European settlers took over their land. Lead singer Joey Belladonna is part Native American We all see in black and white When it comes to someone else's fight No one ever gets involved Apathy can never solve Forced out, brave and mighty Stolen land, they can't fight it Hold on to pride and tradition Even though they know How much their lives are really missing We're dissing them On reservations A hopeless situation Respect is something that you earn Our Indian brothers' getting burned Original American Turned into a second class citizen Forced out, brave and mighty Stolen land, they can't fight it Hold on to pride and tradition Even though they know How much their lives are really missing We're dissing them On reservations A hopeless situation Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, cry, cry for the Indians Love the land and fellow man Peace is what we strive to have Some folks have none of this Hatred and prejudice Forced out, brave and mighty Stolen land, they can't fight it Hold on to pride and tradition Even though they know How much their lives are really missing We're dissing them On reservations A hopeless situation Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, cry, cry for the Indians War dance Territory, it's just the body of the nation The people that inhabit it make its configuration Prejudice, something we all can do without Flag of many colors is what this land's all about We all see in black and white When it comes to someone else's fight No one ever gets involved, no one Apathy can never solve Forced out, brave and mighty Stolen land, they can't fight it Hold on to pride and tradition Even though they know How much their lives are really missing We're dissing them On reservations A hopeless situation Cry for the Indians Die for the Indians Cry for the Indians Cry, cry, cry for the Indians (Indians)