strophe1:       the old man standing on the hill   look down into the valley   tears are running out of his eyes   and falling down to the ground      can´t believe what he see   white men is riding to the sun   guns are shooting in the air   there´s no more life everywhere      strophe2:       he´s riding down, don´t trust his eyes   how can someone be so dreadfull   his son, his family is laying down   in a sea of blood, raped and cut      the sorrow is large, the proud injures   begin building up what one´s be there   time is running, tomorrow is coming   sometimes - he´s looking back      refrain:       look and see what they´ve done   the dying culture   the dying culture   an old man is crying      the scars in the face   they tell a story   they tell a story   of hope and destiny