Its all the story, that you’ve heard before
The older ladies said the boy was so fine
He tried to live in the city
But he could not find no peace
Empty houses, light in only one
As the years go by still no one comes
Every day he sings a song and drinks alone
In the night, when the wolves cry
He’s walking away from his past life
He’s smelling the wind and
He looks up the sky and the thousand stars
He knows for sure
When tears don’t fall
New Indian will be born
Not a sound, when the life runs
Out of the veins of the dead one
With nothing we come in this God given world
And with empty hands we go
No lullabies, no other side
Just a mouthful of sand when we die
There was a girl, there was a child
There was a dream to keep him alive
Once he painted the rooms with colors so bright
And if the fate’s carved in stone, is it right or wrong
And if mind is weak can soul still be strong
Then the dark clouds came in
The winter took his pride away
Man of the world that ceases to exist
In the night, when the wolves cry
He’s walking away from his past life
He’s smelling the wind and
He looks up the sky and the thousand stars
He knows for sure
When tears don’t fall
New Indian will be born
There’s no more fire in his heart
In peace he slowly drowns
Last wish to never be born again
There’s no more fire
In the end of his time
No one heard how he cried
Set him free from the shame when he
Lost his fight
And he knows for sure
When tears don’t fall
New Indian will be born
In the night, when the wolves cry
He’s walking away from his past life
He’s smelling the wind and
He looks up the sky and the thousand stars
He knows for sure
When tears don’t fall
New Indian will be born
Not a sound, when the life runs
Out of the veins of the dead one
With nothing we come in this God given world
And with empty hands we go
No lullabies, no other side
Just a mouthful of sand when we die