Индийский океан, Ты мне стал так близок и так дорог. ИКУНДА! Ие-е-е-у-у-у-о-о-о! You can sorry people of Sunday (Sunday!) That's right. You can sorry
Танцуй индийское диско Танцуй индийское диско А наше счастье так близко Танцуй индийское диско Танцуй-танцуй Jimmy Jimmy Индийское диско Ачо-ачо... Танцуй индийское
Ces ombres qui dansent Autour de moi Je les vois, je ne dors pas, Je sais ce que tu penses Tu n'y crois pas, Tu n'es pas la premiere comme ca C
A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there I saw a young
I can still remember It wasn't long ago Things you used to tell me You said I had to know Told me that you loved me And that you always would Then
I'm an Indian Outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw The Village Chieftain is
(B. Gentry/R. Cordell/B. Bloom) I can still remember It wasn't long ago Things you used to tell me You said I had to know Told me that you loved me
Oh, Pappy left a chair like he's still sittin' there Once I almost saw him make his move Brave Indian who never changes his mood In a painting on the
TrA¤ume in den AugenSternenschein im Haar.So hab' ich sie tanzen seh'n.Ich weia nichtWo es war.Im Nachtwind hA¶re ich ihr LiedDas mich verzaubert hat.
Indian woman, let down your hair Indian woman, let down your hair Blood red wine, layered in time Blood red wine, layered in time Standin' at the edge
The sun went up Red and glooming? Spread heat and light and dust All over Wyoming There she went for ever and ever While I'm standing here on Never
You blew me out South and Texas too I made love to California To get away from you New York city made you a Hungry girl You should have catch me In the
If you want to Then you've got to Let it show It is waiting Heaven is waiting If you want to Then you've got to Let it go It is waiting Heaven is waiting
Instrumental (dedicated to the late Timmy Taylor of Brainiac)
Rain Clouds in the sky, ( I ) Don't know why They make me blue, when I'm thinking of you Maybe they want to cry, As I walk on by Hiding my tears, in a
Like the Seminole Navajo Kickapoo like those Indians I`m an Indian too a Sioux uhu - a Sioux uhu Just like battle axe hatchet face eagle nose like those
I can still remember It wasn't long ago. Things you used to tell me, You said I had to know. Told me that you loved me And that you always would.
INDIAN BURIAL GROUND (Hank Mills) « © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » I've been so mean and hateful to my baby That's why the boogie
