you bury my soul Where the dust meets the sea Will you bury my heart At wounded knee! Bury my heart At wounded knee! Bury my heart At wounded knee! Bury my heart
Bury my heart I'm born a traveling trouper But I laid my wings to rest Once I beat myself in vengeance Now I feather up my nest There are flags in my
Übersetzung: Waterboys, die. Begrabt mein Herz.