Indian - 77 Bombay Street

There are 10 wild horses feeding on the grass alone

Watched by an Indian, he tries to catch them all

With his eagle on his shoulder talking to the setting sun

He waits for the moment, for the night to come

Hidden in the rocks watching the horses how they run

They play in the river called Bougos Golden Tongue

Sending out his eagle to show him where to go

It takes him to a foreign land he’s never been befor

I wished I were an Indian going with th wind

I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech no rainy eyes

I’d love to be an Indian in Mother Nature’s paradise

No CO2 in the air, I wished I was there

I wished I was there

He awakes in the morning with the rising sun

His eagle and the horses they went away they’re gone

He tries to find his way back home to where he once belonged

But the world has changed into a place where something has gone wrong

I wished I were an Indian going with the wind

I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech no rainy eyes

I’d love to be an Indian in Mother Nature’s paradise

No CO2 in the air, I wished I was there

This Indian he’s called Tadero

He’s the youngest son of big chief Farero

And I believe he’s still alive in his beautiful paradise

Away from Mother Earth

Somewhere in the universe

I wished I were an Indian going with the wind

I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech no rainy eyes

I’d love to be an Indian in Mother Nature’s paradise

No CO2 in the air, I wished I was there

I wished I was there, I wished I was there

[I wished I were an Indian going with the wind

I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech no rainy eyes

I’d love to be an Indian in Mother Nature’s paradise

No CO2 in the air, I wished I was there]