Conqueror´s gift

Young earth flattened by fire
Obligated workers into the mines
For which they left their lives
Working day by day
With just one intention to eat a bread

*Carrying the bags of conquerors like a beast
They are wishing for freedom with fear
To fight for it and die
Falling to ground
By illness brought from European (x2)*

Being photographed with imposed clothes
Depriving them of all dignity for being different (x2)
The contact of native with the white man
It´s the contact with death (x2)
Civilization has flatten with illness and murders
They brought the end of peacefulness

*Chorus

Deceiving them with treats of friendship
They lead them to a planning doom
Gold they found they must give it to outsiders
And they say they have do a lot for Latin America...
*Chorus
*When wind blows
It´s the scream of indians* (x2)
What you hear
And all drops that fell from heaven
Are leaded to their horrendous doom* (x2)
*Chorus