歌曲 | Cortez the Killer |
歌手 | Dave Matthews Band |
专辑 | The Central Park Concert |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
He came dancing across the water | |
With his galleons and guns | |
Looking for the new world | |
In that palace in the sun. | |
On the shore lay montezuma | |
With his coca leaves and pearls | |
In his halls he often wondered | |
With the secrets of the worlds. | |
And his subjects gathered ’round him | |
Like the leaves around a tree | |
In their clothes of many colors | |
For the angry gods to see. | |
And the women all were beautiful | |
And the men stood straight and strong | |
They offered life in sacrifice | |
So that others could go on. | |
Hate was just a legend | |
And war was never known | |
The people worked together | |
And they lifted many stones. | |
They carried them to the flatlands | |
And they died along the way | |
But they built up with their bare hands | |
What we still can't do today. | |
And I know she's living there | |
And she loves me to this day | |
I still can't remember when | |
Or how I lost my way. | |
He came dancing across the water | |
Cortez, cortez | |
What a killer. |
He came dancing across the water | |
With his galleons and guns | |
Looking for the new world | |
In that palace in the sun. | |
On the shore lay montezuma | |
With his coca leaves and pearls | |
In his halls he often wondered | |
With the secrets of the worlds. | |
And his subjects gathered ' round him | |
Like the leaves around a tree | |
In their clothes of many colors | |
For the angry gods to see. | |
And the women all were beautiful | |
And the men stood straight and strong | |
They offered life in sacrifice | |
So that others could go on. | |
Hate was just a legend | |
And war was never known | |
The people worked together | |
And they lifted many stones. | |
They carried them to the flatlands | |
And they died along the way | |
But they built up with their bare hands | |
What we still can' t do today. | |
And I know she' s living there | |
And she loves me to this day | |
I still can' t remember when | |
Or how I lost my way. | |
He came dancing across the water | |
Cortez, cortez | |
What a killer. |
He came dancing across the water | |
With his galleons and guns | |
Looking for the new world | |
In that palace in the sun. | |
On the shore lay montezuma | |
With his coca leaves and pearls | |
In his halls he often wondered | |
With the secrets of the worlds. | |
And his subjects gathered ' round him | |
Like the leaves around a tree | |
In their clothes of many colors | |
For the angry gods to see. | |
And the women all were beautiful | |
And the men stood straight and strong | |
They offered life in sacrifice | |
So that others could go on. | |
Hate was just a legend | |
And war was never known | |
The people worked together | |
And they lifted many stones. | |
They carried them to the flatlands | |
And they died along the way | |
But they built up with their bare hands | |
What we still can' t do today. | |
And I know she' s living there | |
And she loves me to this day | |
I still can' t remember when | |
Or how I lost my way. | |
He came dancing across the water | |
Cortez, cortez | |
What a killer. |