Shaken, not stirred...

Só pra relembrar minhas raízes lounge...

Run to the Hills

White man came across the sea

He brought us pain and misery

He killed our tribes, he killed our creed

He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard

we fought him well

Out on the plains

we gave him hell

But many came too much for Cree

Oh will we ever be set free?