Pure
Tightrope walker's dream
Indians
Where have all the Indians gone,
When did the great goal lose its meaning?
This old picture from childhood
shows all the brothers from the tribe of justice.
We were colorfully painted and with a wild cry
each proud warrior stood by the weak.
Our word of honor was holy,
only a pale face cheated< br/>and they were good years,
until the first one lied to himself.
Where did all the Indians go,
when did the big goal lose its meaning,
like Chingachgook stands for good,
as the last Mohican among vultures to see to it that everything is right.
The little one Buffalo is playing boss today,
He hit the jackpot with Papi's company.
Smooth Natter sorts the mail,
and in his free time he mostly says cheers.
And the peace pipe dangles over the video device,
How many dreams can burst,
without that you give yourself away.
Where have all the Indians gone,
when did the great goal lose its meaning,
just as Chingachgook stand for good,
as the last Mohicans look after the vultures.
There are still a few from the Shoshone tribe,
They find each other, recognize each other by their looks,
and their good deeds can only be rewarded through friendship ,
they never go back on a promise.
THE CARNIVAL PHOTO FROM PRIMARY SCHOOL
WITH THE MANY CHILDREN DRESSED AS INDIANS
CHILDREN WAS ACTUALLY ONLY THE SECOND
OCCASION FOR THIS SONG. OUR FRIEND
HOMBRE REMINDED US THROUGH THE
INTRODUCTION OF THE SCHOSCHONE CLUB
HOW PRECIOUS REAL, HONEST
INDIANS, SO ABSOLUTELY DIRECT,
RELIABLE FRIENDS ARE. THE
PUR FAMILY, PREVIOUSLY IN THE PRESS AS
GALLISCHES VILLAGE DESCRIBED, (WHO
IS OBELIX?) WILL PROBABLY BE IN FUTURE INDIAN VILLAGE LET IT BE DESIGNED PURELY.
AND WITH WHAT? RIGHTLY! AND THAT'S A GOOD THING!

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