[LYRICS]
I heard a voice in the southern wind.
I was told of precious stones buried here.
Cobalt in the sky, diamonds in the light,
Emeralds on trees and rubies on the leaves.
I heard a touching voice in the southern wind.
I was told of boundless lands with no kings.
Stains of gold on fields, scratched by sapphire water streams.
Amber little villages, where life keeps movin’ and time stands still.
One day a frail voice in the southern wind starts to cry
for the bloody lash of foreign and greedy men, greedy men.
Quartz on the skin, steel in the hands.
Pale kings of these lands.
There’s no voice in the southern wind.
Scattered rooftops in the sand between the skinny trees.
Flames in the sky, smokes darken the light,
Charcoal on the trees and ebony on the golden fields.
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