At 18 years old

and i rent the farm

this men came in with arms

they burnt the house

they took our lands

brooke our living plants

mi father said

if you want to live

fight them white to men

so i punch their nose

and kick their ass

but then my hands were confet

take away take away

take away take away my son (*3)

give a litle heart break gave a little soul (*2)

6 hungry years

behind the bars

were not enough for me

to change my mind

to find that all my brothers



finded tree

At 24 I get on my horse and fought my enemy

But at the fields they lay and shaking in the back

At least I did got free.



Take away...



Give a little...



Lalala lalala lalalalalalalala



Take away...



Now my bodie is dead and my spirit lives up

here with other Saints

St. Patrick and I having fun

and drinking tons of beer.



Below there the irish farmers

are fighting for their land



I wish I were there with my gun in my hand

fighting for and to be free.



Take away...

oh please don't

Take away...