Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
– Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
– Whistling tunes we’re kissing baboons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers – war without tears
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers – war without tears
Games without frontiers – war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
– Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
– Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers – war without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers – war without tears
Games without frontiers – war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

No more war
No more war
No more war
No more war
No more war!

Thick cloud – steam rising – hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me – buffalo robe – sage in bundle – run on skin
Outside – cold air – stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint – eagle feathers – coyote calling – it has begun
Something moving in – I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying – slow – letting go of life

Medicine man lead me up though town – Indian ground –
so far down
Cut up land – each house – a pool – kids wearing water
wings – drink in cool
Follow dry river bed – watch Scout and Guides make
pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo’s disco – Sit ‘n’ Bull steakhouse – white
men dream
A rattle in the old man’s sack – look at mountain top –
keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow – white wind blow

I hold the line – the line of strength that pulls me through
the fear
San Jacinto – I hold the line
San Jacinto – the poison bite and darkness take my sight –
I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek – think I’m losing
it – getting weaker
I hold the line – I hold the line
San Jacinto – yellow eagle flies down from the sun –
from the sun

We will walk – on the land
We will breathe – from the air
We will drink – from the stream
We will live – hold the line