Sand Creek, and music

Good then. I'm not a natural paranoid. I'm too lazy for all that. Be well, as they say, but I do mean it.

It's not simple unless it's simple. I got a bunch of webpages thwarting because of lack of an e, strange relative to the guy's name.
Oh, well.

sand creek massacre? yeah I've heard of it.

Here's wiki on Sand Creek - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sand_Creek_massacre


And here's an english translation of the italian song - from
http://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?id=122&lang=en#agg11804

English Version by Riccardo Venturi
April 1st, 2007


SAND CREEK RIVER

They've taken away our heart under a dark blanket
Under a moon dead in childhood, we slept without fear.
It was a twenty years old general
Wearing a uniform deep blue as his eyes,
It was a twenty years old general,
The son of a storm

There's a silver dollar lying on the bottom of Sand Creek.

Our warriors were too far away on the buffalo track
And that distant music grew louder and louder
I closed my eyes thrice,
I found myself there again
I asked my grandpa, Is that only a dream,
My grandpa told me Yes

Sometimes the fish are singing on the bottom of Sand Creek

I made so strong dreams that my nose started bleeding,
The lightning in one ear, paradise in the other,
And then the smallest tears
And then the biggest tears
When the snow tree
Gave red starred blossoms

Now the children are sleeping on the bottom of Sand Creek

When the sun raised its head beyond the night's shoulders
There were only dogs and smoke and overturned tepees
I threw an arrow at the sky
So that he may breathe
I threw an arrow at the wind
So that he may bleed

You got to look the third arrow on the bottom of Sand Creek

They've taken away our heart under a dark blanket
Under a moon dead in childhood, we slept without fear.
It was a twenty years old general
Wearing a uniform deep blue as his eyes,
It was a twenty years old general,
The son of a storm

Now the children are sleeping on the bottom of Sand Creek