The sun comes up and the sun goes down On the great green grasslands… Vast and wide Outstretched under the naked sky Lie the great green grasslands
These plains seem desolate Or is this an illusion? Miles and miles and miles…nothing! These plains seem desolate But this must be an illusion Carcass of a wildebeest, the circling vulture…
See them fly, see them run In the burning midday sun Over great green grasslands Safety in numbers, safety of the flock To distract the lion, to distract the hawk On the great green grasslands
Plains so vast and wide Horizons always far Supporting gatherings of wildlife They are the migratory herds that feed on plants On resilient grasses that cover the sands
The sun comes up and the sun goes down The clouds gather, the clouds come down On the great green grasslands… Hundreds of gazelles await the storm Hundreds watch the landscape transform On the great green grasslands
And as the lightning strikes, it sets the fields ablaze Fire swallows the flesh, the flesh that here once grazed Morning reveals smoldering bodies and all that has been burned But through the scorched earth The shoots of green return… The shoots of green return
The sun comes up and the sun goes down… The sun comes up and the sun goes down...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
