Native Son — текст песни (Bryan Adams)

Ive seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes

The years have made me old but theyve made me wise

Now the white man lives where our rivers run



For now better days have passed

We walk the streets of broken glass

Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun

Like dogs we were driven from this place

Such injustice, time will not erase

All these changes cannot be undone



When you feel the anger inside of you

Hold your head high - let your aim be true

Though your heart beats like a drum

My native son



Once there was a time my little one

Before the wagons - before the soldiers guns

When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies



No white flag - no broken truce

With few words one can speak the truth - I dont hear it

Time wont heal it now



With each new day that comes to pass

Will the great spirit free us all at last?

He said we were the chosen ones



For all we had theres nothin left

We wont forgive - we cant forget

You know that your day will come

My native son



With each new day that comes to pass

Will the great spirit free us all at last?

What has happened can never be undone



When I was young - not yet a man

The sun rose and set upon our land

We were the chosen ones

My native son