There are 10 wild horses feeding on the 
grass alone 
watched by an indian he tries to catch them 
all with his eagle on his shoulder talking 
to the setting sun 
he waits for the moment for the 
night [bad word] hidden in the rocks watching the horses how  [bad word] 
they play in the river called bougos golden 
tonguesending out his eagle to show him where 
to go 
it takes him to a foreign land he’s never been before
i wished i were an indian going with the wind 
i can fly with the butterflies no high-tech no rainy eyes 
i’d love to be an indian in mother nature’s paradise 
no co2 in the air i wished i was there 
he awakes in the morning with the rising sun  
his eagle and the horses they went away they`re gone 
he tries to find his way back home to where he once
belonged 
but the world has changed into a place where 
something has 
gone wrong
this indian he’s called tadero 
he’s the youngest 
son of big chief farero 
and i believe he’s still alive in his 
beautiful paradise 
away from mother earth 
somewhere in the universe