Natives

<br>For all our languages we cant communicate<br><br>For all our native tongues were all native here<br><br>Sons of their fathers dream the same dream<br><br>The sound of forbidden words become a scream<br><br>Voices of anger, victims of history<br><br>Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride<br><br>With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives<br><br>Missionaries and pioneers are all soldiers in disguise<br><br>Saviors and conquerors they make us wait<br><br>The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait<br><br>With the touch of a strangers hand innocence turns to shame<br><br>The spirit that dwelt within it sleeps out in the rain<br><br>For all our native tongues we cant communicate<br><br>For all our native tongues were all natives here<br><br>The scars of the past are slow to disappear<br><br>The cries of the dead are always in our ears<br><br>Only the very safe can talk about wrong and right<br><br>Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight<br><br><br><br>Promesses de paradis terrestre,<br><br>Presents de perles et de coutreaux<br><br>Missionnaires et poinniers sont des soldats saveurs deguises<br><br>Survivants et conquerants,<br><br>Ils nous font attendre<br><br>Des charlatans ondulant<br><br>Leur verite comme un applat<br><br>Au toucher dune main atrange<br><br>Linnocence se convertit en deshonneur<br><br>Lesprit qui demeure a linterieur<br><br>Dort dans la pluie<br><br><br><br>Malgre toutes nos langues,<br><br>Nous ne pouvons communiquer<br><br>Malgre toutes nos langues natives,<br><br>Nous sommes tous natifs ici<br><br>Les cicatrices du passe sont lentes a disparaitre<br><br>Les complaintes des morts resonnent toujours<br><br>Dans notre tete le bien du mal<br><br>De ceux forces de choisir,<br><br>Quelques uns choisiront de lutter