It is nothing to live as we do
|
Day to day we roam
|
Heart without a home of our own
|
Dust and passion lay in our throats
|
Revenge in each word that spoke
|
Childrens eyes fill our minds as we smoke
|
|
Chorus:
|
|
But somewhere out in the desert a figure moves at speed
|
And in his heart he carries the message that they need
|
We move against the tyrant
|
Words fall from his lips
|
The fire inside their eyes is lit
|
At daybreak freedom calls
|
We answer as one
|
From hiding in the hills we enter the burning sun
|
|
Danger fills the air and the dawn
|
Holds a sweet but stale perfume
|
Women know that soon they may lose
|
What good are men that love but our slaves
|
In a country they once called their own?
|
As they kissed goodbye they have flown
|
|
|
Chorus II
|
|
To be there out in the desert as horses move at speed
|
And in each heart is carried the message that they need
|
We move against the tyrant
|
Words fall from his lips
|
The fire inside their eyes is lit
|
At daybreak freedom called
|
We answered as one
|
From hiding in the hills we entered the gripping sun
|
|
Instrumental
|
|
Repeat second part of chorus I
|
|
-----------------
|
TYRANT-TULA
|
| The Renaissance |
