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Oomm… oomm…
Old trees keep memories
That are heard in the noise of the leaves.
Oomm… oomm…
Only courage, nothing more
This story is about the war.

While their nation was being betrayed
People were waiting who would them awake.
They had no wish to leave their homes
But who would lead them all.

Tribes waiting
For the Indian hero
Children of the forest
Are begging for you to come.
Your death
Can be predicted
Your life
Would give the sense of the fight.

He found all names of those who betrayed
They wanted make you put down your name.
To keep the promise he made a sign
Using his Spanish knife.

Last wind brings delight
Sweet kiss for the night.
No more thoughts in your pure soul,
full of feelings and grace.
Nothing…
Heroes die but people try to follow their way.
You have won the war
For those who will write the plot
For those who will come
To Finish fight.

They would not move
It's their land
You'd kill them all
But never won.

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