the Cuban shore Call it, ?Peace?, or call it, ?Treason? Call it, ?Love?, or call it, ?Reason? But I ain't marching anymore No, I ain't marching anymore
flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard
Fordítás: Phil Ochs. Én nem Marching Anymore.
