Paroles:
Hunter Freedom

, gonna flow to sea Cause I'd rather leave here knowing That I made a fool of love before it made a fool of me Chorus: Low down freedom, you've done

Traduction: Hunter. Liberté.

chains Freedom calls Our time is coming This land is ours The mental slavery Of all mankind Will soon be over We have to try Reach out for freedom We'

man of high renown His name it came as hunter Childe. Every day he chased heath and waste On a moor so black and wild. The wind blew in and that hunter

[Chorus:] Shells on the floor there's writings on the wall Bullets in your store says I'm hunting for you all Filled full of dope I'm harvestin' my ho

of your love Talk to the mountain Talk to the moon Tell all the children Freedom rides with you African sunset World without end When you feel like hunted

I'm Going hunting I'm the hunter, I'm the hunter I'm going hunting I'm the hunter Ooooohhh... I'm the hunter I'm the hunter Ooooohhh... I'm the hunter

This is the story of El Lute A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal Because he was poor But he refused to accept his fate And today his honor

mud. The wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic. My thoughts far away, unable to act, feel numb to the distress. I can't remember freedom