The horses are running
across the open fields

The indian chief is whispering
To the goast of his faders

Is burning its alive
the sky is beuitful
and holding your hand
as it takes us away

The new born baby
is set to the new world order
the one of love and peace

And christ has bless them all
the mircale is happening
in front of their eyes
and i fell love

The horses are running
across the open fields

The indian chief is whispering
To the goast of his faders

Is burning its alive
the sky is beuitful
and holding your hand
as it takes us away