Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Man of Bronze , by - Henry CanyonsRelease date: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Man of Bronze , by - Henry CanyonsThe 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 |