Sancaro, The Death of the Gaupameis

歌詞

The elder sighed, pictures of home They crossed his mind as they had been He knew the times had changed and wild was civilised He felt his body old and worn He said his heart was cold and torn But as he spoke, I saw gold under stone To I his child, hiw words were sharp And drew the while the land Had seen those peaceful times Be changed and shove his world aside We left our home now old and worn Our dying culture cold and torn Back home, no more gold under stone We must return to the oceans of dab-shi This is our own way to be now From sancaro we must leave This part of home in guanjama Now bleeds with foreign needs, money We walked for days, we crossed Buantchama where we stayed With whom would take us in for trade Of food for words that counsil made And to our backs the guapameis The jungle land newcomers praised For riches made, they did take, they did make They could shape, they could tear down Nature's maze and make their own where They could say this is the home that we have made And now the guapameis, this is the land that riches Makes and we will praise, we will rape for our sake We must return to the oceans of dab-shi This is our own way to be now From sancaro we must leave This part of home in guanjama Now bleeds with foreign needs, money We have returned to the oceans of dab-shi Here is our home, the land to be true To the daemon that we see This part of home in guanjama is free From foreign needs, greed The elder died but he was home In peace of mind, so glad to see throughout The times no change had come to murder wild Now set his body old and torn, his lifeless heart Set cold and worn but had he known... We have returned to the oceans of dab-shi Here is our home, the land to be true To the daemon that we see This part of home in guanjama is free From foreign needs, greed