Il testo della Take away

At 18 years old

And i rent the farm

This men came in with arms

They burnt the house

They took our lands

Brooke our living plants

Mi father said

If you want to live

Fight them white to men

So i punch their nose

And kick their ass

But then my hands were confet

Take away take away

Take away take away my son (*3)

Give a litle heart break gave a little soul (*2)

6 hungry years

Behind the bars

Were not enough for me

To change my mind

To find that all my brothers

Finded tree
At 24 i get on my horse and fought my enemy
But at the fields they lay and shaking in the back
At least i did got free.

Take away...

Give a little...

Lalala lalala lalalalalalalala

Take away...

Now my bodie is dead and my spirit lives up
Here with other saints
St. patrick and i having fun
And drinking tons of beer.

Below there the irish farmers
Are fighting for their land

I wish i were there with my gun in my hand
Fighting for and to be free.

Take away...
Oh please don't
Take away...