'The white man, he comes and goes. He can go. ...But that's our homeland for thousands of years. That's our home, and we will never leave. No matter how contaminated it gets. We live there! We have always lived there and we will always live there.'
This is our home - our roots go deep Where our ancestors sleep This is the land we've nursed for countless aeons But never ours to keep My tribe is crying - our land is dying But we can't leave - this is our home We can't let our past go...
We're left with your legacy Wide awake, deep at our roots While you move on exploiting We'll sing lullabies for half a million years
When my son asks why, what will I reply? But we can't leave - this is our home We can't let our past go...
[Hallgren] [Hermansson] [D. Gildenlow]
But we can't leave - this is our home! If you like concrete alone Then don't make your high lives depend On that past that you let go...
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