Текст песни Corey Smith - Cherokee Rose
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Pines straw on the ground around a fallen Cherokee rose It's got me wonderin' why those mighty winds of change must blow Once this land was free from fences and shotguns Back when the people killed here for food instead of fun When the Earth was sanctified Cherished in the red-man's eyes Before the Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose My boots sink down into the soft red Georgia clay Bought with their blood, this land here never was ours to take away Disheartened souls unjustly driven from their homes Many died along the way, now we build our houses upon their bones After all these years I can see the trail of tears Damn this Cherokee rose Oh the Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose Oh they call us the land of the free And the home of the brave But I don't hear much About the injustice that we've done along the way We try to black it out Never think about The price they had to pay We never cry for what was lost Shed a tear for the heavy cost Of what we call "freedom" All the gold in the world couldn't pay the debt we owe We'll never right those wrongs, but I believe we should let them know That we won't forget and sure as hell won't justify And we'll do our best to keep their memories alive Oh the least that we could do Is dedicate one lonesome bloom Won't you take this Cherokee rose Oh the Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose *** Сосны и солома на земле вокруг упавшей Розы Чероки Это заставляет меня думать, почему эти могучие ветры перемен должны дуть Некогда эта земля была свободна от заборов и ружей Раньше, когда люди убивали здесь для еды, вместо удовольствия Когда земля была освящена Взлелеяна в глазах краснокожего человека До розы Чероки Розы Чероки Розы Чероки Мои сапоги тонут в мягкой красной глине Джорджии Купленной их кровью, эта земля здесь никогда не была нашей, чтобы отнять Отчаявшиеся души несправедливо изгнаны из своих домов Многие умерли по пути, сейчас мы строим наши дома на костях После всех этих лет Я вижу следы слез Проклятие - эта роза Чероки О, роза Чероки Роза Чероки Ох, они нас называют «земля свободных» И «дом храбрых» . Но я не слышал много О несправедливости что мы сделали по пути. Мы стараемся очернить это Никогда не думать О цене которую они были вынуждены заплатить. Мы никогда не плачем о том, что было потеряно. Пролить слезу по тяжелой стоимости Того, что мы называем "свободой" Все золото в мире не сможет погасить наш долг. Мы никогда не будем правы за те обиды, но я считаю, что мы должны позволить им знать, Что мы не забыли и уверен, что ад не оправдает. И мы сделаем все возможное, чтобы сохранить воспоминания о них Ой самое малое, что мы могли бы сделать - Это посвятить один одинокий цветок. Не срывай эту розу Чероки О, розу Чероки Розу Чероки Розу Чероки |
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Cherokee rose
Why those mighty winds of change must blow
Once this land was free from fences and shotguns
Back when the people killed here
for food instead of fun
When the Earth was sanctified
Cherished in the red-man's eyes
Before the Cherokee rose
The cherokee rose
The cherokee rose
My boots sink down into Georgia
Bought with their blood,
this land here never was
ours to take away
Disheartened souls unjustly driven
from their homes
Many died along the way
now we build our houses upon their bones
After all these years
I can see the trail of tears
Damn this Cherokee rose
Oh the cherokee rose
The cherokee rose
Oh they call us land
And the home of the brave
But I don't hear much
About the injustice
that we've done along the way
We try to black it out
Never think about
The price they had to pay
We never cry for what was lost
Shed a tear for the heavy cost
Of what we call "freedom"
All the gold in the world
we owe
We'll never right those wrongs,
but I believe
That we won't forget
as sure as hell won't be justify
And we do our best
to keep their memories alive
Oh the least that we could do
Is dedicate one lonesome bloom
Won't you take this Cherokee rose
Oh the cherokee rose
The cherokee rose
The cherokee rose
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Pines and straw on the ground around the fallen
Cherokee Roses
It makes me think why these mighty winds of change should blow
Once this land was free from fences and guns
Used to be when people killed here
for food instead of pleasure
When the earth was consecrated
Vzleleyana in the eyes of the red man
To rose cherokee
Cherokee Roses
Cherokee Roses
My boots drown in soft Georgia red clay
Bought their blood
this land has never been here
our to take away
Desperate souls unjustly driven out
from their homes
Many died along the way
now we build our homes on the bones
After all these years
I see traces of tears
Curse is the Cherokee Rose
Oh, Cherokee Rose
Rosa Cherokee
Oh, they call us "land of the free"
And the "house of the brave."
But I did not hear much
About injustice
what we did along the way.
We try to blacken it.
Never think
About the price they were forced to pay.
We never cry for what was lost.
Shed a tear at heavy cost
What we call "freedom"
All gold in the world
will not be able to repay our debt.
We will never be right for those insults
but I believe that we should let them know
What we have not forgotten and sure
that hell does not justify.
And we will do our best
to keep memories of them
Oh the least we could do -
This is to dedicate one single flower.
Do not tear this rose Cherokee
Oh, Cherokee Rose
Rosa Cherokee
Rosa Cherokee
