.Wo sind all die Indianer hin,
Wann verlor das groÃe Ziel den Sinn?
Dieses alte Bild aus der Kinderzeit
Zeigt alle Brüder vom Stamm der Gerechtigkeit.
Wir waren bunt bemalt und mit wildem Schrei
Stand jeder stolze Krieger den Schwachen bei.
Unser Ehrenwort war heilig,
Nu.
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