Текст песни Holy Mother - Indian Summer
Holy Mother - Indian Summer слова песни
Rain is fallingMy face is burningTime to worship the sunStanding still butMy wheels are turningTime to polish my gunWalk the mileFor my native brotherCarving names on the wallTemperment of my canine callingCan`t find right from wrongAnd winter starts to fallAgainst the canyon wallsDance to the rain and sunshineSang to the beat of my brotherDanced through the rain and sunshineIt`s indian summerBy the avenue of the desertLay the weaker to restTook me in as a stranger onceBut now I dance with the deadAnd winter starts to fallAgainst the canyon wallsDance to the rain and sunshineSang to the beat of my brotherDanced through the rain and sunshineIt`s indian summerAnd winter starts to fallAgainst the canyon wallsDance to the rain and sunshineSang to the beat of my brotherDance to the rain and sunshineIt`s indian, indian, indianOooh, you`ve got me indian summer