Oh pirates, yes they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong by the hand of the almighty he fought in this generation triumphantly Chorus Won’t you help to sing, These songs of freedom, ‚cos all I ever had (was) Redemption songs, emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, ‚cos none of them can stop the time How long will they kill our prophets while we stand around and look? some say it’s just a part of it we got’s to fulfill the book Chorus Dt. Übersetzung: Erlösungslied Alte Piraten entführten mich; Verkauften mich an die Handelsschiffe, …
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