Testo di Wind in My Head

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Wind in my head, wide open heart I stumble on ancient paths Tracing circles in a random way There is method to the prey Beside a river, on an empty beach Any place is within reach Hold this moment, hold it clear Can you tell what happened here? I see the old ones I see them proud I feel their love still in this ground Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Foot prints beneath the city streets I hear them closing in my sleep Walking forward with the past All the songs are in the stars A forest temple, a mirrored lake In open desert I kneel and pray We were bequeathed a sacred land But there are few who understand Keep it decent keep it whole Don’t make a fist of freedom’s home I see the old ones I see them proud I feel their love still in this ground Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Irritja tjutaya kulinytja Palya nyinapayi Ngurraya palyangku kanylipayi Yuru Kapi ila Ngurra ngururrpa tarra Alintjarra, Kakararra, Ulpurarra, Wilurarra Kulinytjatjarra nyinapayi Alatjilaka nyinima kulinytjatjarra ‘Old people from the past used to always listen and live by their law They looked after all the country. Near the sea or even in the centre, north, east, south and west They always were good listeners and respectful We should always be like that Listen and be respectful.‘ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Climatic change Slivers of shattered whitened glacial-ice Baked salted clay pans Human footprints Fading into the dark matter Of a universe beyond the heavens of cosmic chaos And human comprehension The evolving present Is only the future path to the distant pasts Standing on the precipice of ideas Above the chasms of human consciousness False prophets preach from pulpits in the temples of mammon The greed creed Consumes this earth planet Respect the ancientness of wisdom Respect the old peoples’ guardianship of paradise