Текст песни
Well, the telegram came and the world was aflame
Said, son, we need your voice to call a final play
They didn't want the warrior, just the rhythm in my tongue
The words my father spoke before the morning sun
See the white man's cypher, it was broken in red
But they couldn't touch the sounds passed down on my deathbed
From Navajo Comanche, Choctaw and brave Sioux
We whispered secrets that the enemy couldn't undo
Oh, the unbreakable code, it was woven in the air
A mother tongue weapon, a silent binding prayer
We set the fire, we brought the rain, we rolled the thunder down
Used the language of the longhouse to save a troubled crown
We won your war, yeah
We brought your soldiers home
But that very tongue that won the fight became forbidden stone
Stolen tongues and silent heroes
Ain't that the gospel truth
We gave our all and all they gave us back was cultural drought
Hit the beaches of Iwo Jima, felt the heat of the sun
Sending battle plans before the dawn was done
We didn't need no machine, no paper, no fancy machine
Just the sound of the wind where our sacred spirits had been
Dine Bizaad across the radio waves
Cutting through the static, escaping all the graves
The colonel cried, what in the devil is that sound
I said, sir, that's the voice of freedom deep in the ground
He slapped my back and said, boy, you saved the day
But the minute I got home, they told me put your language away
Oh, the unbreakable code, it was woven in the air
A mother tongue weapon, a silent binding prayer
We set the fire, we brought the rain, we rolled the thunder down
Used the language of the longhouse to save a troubled crown
We won your war, yeah
We brought your soldiers home
But that very tongue that won the fight became forbidden stone
Stolen tongues and silent heroes
Ain't that the gospel truth
We gave our all and all they gave us back was cultural drought
Decades went by, forty years of lonesome