Caribbean Winter Songtext
von Kröna

A Caribbean winter for their gain
Conquistadore bringing all the pain
Marching on the beat, a circle of vultures
The offer′s freedom, whitewashed culture

Our kids won't be able to play again
We believed every word that was said
Yeah, uh


Strangers forced themselves late in the night
Soiled blankets, they couldn′t put up a fight
Gold mines as prisons, a circle of vultures
The offer's freedom, whitewashed culture

Our kids won't be able to play again
We believed every word that was said
Feed them lies, feed them lies, there′ll be no compromise
Just dead air diaries in the silence of the night

Our kids won′t be able to play again
We believed every word that was said
Feed them lies, feed them lies, there'll be no compromise
Just dead air diaries in the silence of the night