Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Hintliler safagin kanayan otoyolunda dagilmis Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Hayaletler genc cocugun hassas yumurta kabugu aklinda toplasiyor Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a Ben ve annem babam ve Grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through Buyuk anne ve babamla gidiyorduk The desert, at dawn, and a truck load of indian Cole, safakta, hintli dolu kamyonda Workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't Isciler baska arabaya carpti ya da Know what happened - but there were Indians scattered Ne oldugunu bilmiyorum ama daginik hintliler vardi All over the highway, bleeding to death. Otoyolun her yerinde, olume kanarken So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time Araba cekilip durur bu ilk zamandi I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is Korkuyu tattim, 4 yasinda olmaliydim Like a flower, his head is just floating in the Breeze, man. Cicek gibi kafasi meltemde sallaniyor The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking Simdi dusunup baktigim etki Back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians. O olu hintlilerin ruhlari ..maybe one or two of 'em...were just Belki bir iki tanesi kaciyordu Running around freaking out, and just leaped into my Deliriyordu, ve ruhuma isledi Soul. And they're still in there. Ve hala oradalar Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Hintliler safagin kanayan otoyolunda dagilmis Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Hayaletler genc cocugun hassas yumurta kabugu aklinda toplasiyor Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven New Haven sehrinin sokaklarinda kan Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Kan catida duruyor ve Venice'in palmiye agaclarinda Blood in my love in the terrible summer Korkunc yazda askimda kan Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. Fantastik L.A'in gunesinde kipkirmizi kan Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Kan parmaklarini kestiklerinde beyninden ciglik atiyor Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Kan milletin dogusunda olacak Blood is the rose of mysterious union Kan gizemli birlesimin gulu Blood on the rise, it's following me. Yukselen kan, beni takip ediyor Indian, Indian what did you die for? Hintli, ne icin oldun? Indian says, nothing at all Hintli hicbir sey demiyor Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com