Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Man of Bronze, artist - Henry Canyons
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Man of Bronze |
Bravo! |
Hip hip hourah pour le heros |
Il a merite a sa medaille |
Et le bonheur est dans ses yeux |
Early morning mid june. |
tanks got the streets rumbling. |
Patoons stationed in front of the Louvre, wondering |
Whole family had our ears glued, hearing the news of our worst fears true on |
the broadcast |
We all prayed for God at long last, my father’s storefront smashed |
Forced to wear gold star on our armbands, community of trembling hands |
Frantic escape plans and caravans, damn nightmare’s just begun |
Mother told me i had to run, January '41 |
Frozen hoping she’d again see her only son |
They lockin' us up in cages |
Strap muzzles to our faces |
I can’t take it |
My plan is escapin' this plantation |
Breakin' outta my shackles |
Patient I wait for massa |
To count his sheep |
And when he’s sound asleep |
Is when I make a dash |
Into the forest |
Gotta follow polaris |
The sounds of bloodhounds are echoing bellow into the morning |
I gotta make it |
If not they’ll be hangin me from a noose by my neck |
Just so massa doesn’t lose his respect |
They call me Bravo |
These lashes on my back are more like a symbol |
When all faith dwindled |
The candle was meant to be rekindled |
War is far from Civil |
Confederate flags wave in the red sun |
Run to the pulse of a dead drum |
I can’t stop now I’ve made it way too far paid in scars can’t believe I even |
made it this far |
Little further I’m considered a free man where each hand is valued the same |
For what it’s worth |
For what is gained |
A brand new name |
No longer a slave |
Just call me Bravo |
Je suis parti au milieu de la nuit |
Aucune idée de l’avenir de ma famille |
Seulement l’espoir de les retrouver au Brésil |
Dix mille bournes… |
Nothing was forewarned |
Or for sure, hiding under floorboards, in stalls in farms |
All aboard to cross shores, the reward of seeing my family once more |
Peur qu’ils sont morts, notre puissance est trop fort. |
c’est mon médaille en or |