They are speaking to us when the wind blows they have words reaching us from the sea They are speaking to us when the wind blows The gods of the Indians feel sorrow 'cause the nature seems some kind of strange no more sacrifice in the moonlight and no god will bring us any change....any change Silent Gods keep on hiding their faces toward they can see their eyes every day are just blinded Silent Gods turn their heads of away from their cruelty of souls no warm smile reunions the people
