Tekster: Mario Biondi. Winter In America.

From the Indians Who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling
beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain

Just like the cities
staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just
can't stand much more
Like the forest buried
beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it's winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers
have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows from winter in America

The constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is
ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it's hoping
Hoping for some rain

And i see the robins
Perched in barred treetops
Watching last-ditch racists
marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign
that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it's winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, the people know
It's winter, lord knows
It's winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From winter in America

And now it's winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save

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