Peaceful Valley Boulevard / Viale della Quieta Valle
One day shots rang out in the peaceful valley
God was crying tears that fell like rain
Before the railroad came from Kansas City
And the bullets hit the bison from the train
First shots rang across the peaceful valley
And the white man laid his foot upon the plain
A wagon train rolled through the dusty canyon
The settlers full of wonder as they crossed
A gentle creek where two old oaks were standing
Before the West was won there was a cost
A rain of fire came down upon the wagons
A mother screamed and every soul was lost
Change hit the country like a thunderstorm
Ancient rivers soon began to boil
People rushed like water to California
At first they came for gold and then for oil
Fortunes were made and lost in lifetimes
Mother Earth took poison in her soil
An electro-cruiser coasted towards the exit
And turned on Peaceful Valley Boulevard
“People make the difference” read a billboard
Above a long line of idling cars
Who'll be the one to lead this world?
Who'll be the beacon in the night?
Who'll be the one to lead this world?
Who'll be the beacon in the night?
Who'll be the one to lead the nations
And protect God's creations?
A polar bear stood drifting on an ice floe
Sun beating down from the sky
Politicians gathered for a summit
And came away with nothing to decide
The storms thundered on, his tears a pounding rain
A child was born and wondered why
* * * *
God was crying tears that fell like rain
Before the railroad came from Kansas City
And the bullets hit the bison from the train
First shots rang across the peaceful valley
And the white man laid his foot upon the plain
A wagon train rolled through the dusty canyon
The settlers full of wonder as they crossed
A gentle creek where two old oaks were standing
Before the West was won there was a cost
A rain of fire came down upon the wagons
A mother screamed and every soul was lost
Change hit the country like a thunderstorm
Ancient rivers soon began to boil
People rushed like water to California
At first they came for gold and then for oil
Fortunes were made and lost in lifetimes
Mother Earth took poison in her soil
An electro-cruiser coasted towards the exit
And turned on Peaceful Valley Boulevard
“People make the difference” read a billboard
Above a long line of idling cars
Who'll be the one to lead this world?
Who'll be the beacon in the night?
Who'll be the one to lead this world?
Who'll be the beacon in the night?
Who'll be the one to lead the nations
And protect God's creations?
A polar bear stood drifting on an ice floe
Sun beating down from the sky
Politicians gathered for a summit
And came away with nothing to decide
The storms thundered on, his tears a pounding rain
A child was born and wondered why
* * * *
Un giorno gli spari risuonarono nella quieta valle
Dio stava piangendo lacrime che cadevano come pioggia
Prima che la ferrovia arrivasse da Kansas City
E i proiettili colpissero il bisonte dal treno
I primi spari risuonarono nella quieta valle
E l'uomo bianco mise piede nella pianura
Un vagone percorse il canyon polveroso
I coloni pieni di stupore quando passavano
Per una dolce insenatura dove c’erano due vecchie querce
La conquista del West ha avuto un costo
Una pioggia di fuoco cadde sui carri
Una madre urlò e ogni anima fu perduta
Il cambiamento colpì il paese come un temporale
Presto gli antichi fiumi presero a bollire
La gente fluì come acqua verso la California
All'inizio vennero per l'oro, poi per il petrolio
Fortune furono accumulate e perse nell'arco di una vita
Madre Natura assorbì veleno nel suo suolo
Una Electro-Cruiser1 imboccò l'uscita
E svoltò sul Viale della Quieta Valle
“La gente fa la differenza” si leggeva su un cartellone
Sopra una lunga fila di auto ferme
Chi sarà colui che guiderà questo mondo?
Chi sarà il faro nella notte?
Chi sarà colui che guiderà questo mondo?
Chi sarà il faro nella notte?
Chi sarà colui che guiderà le nazioni
E proteggerà le creazioni di Dio?
Un orso polare andava alla deriva su un blocco di ghiaccio
Il sole picchiava dall'alto del cielo
I politici si riunirono per un vertice
E se ne andarono senza aver deciso nulla
Tuonò il temporale, le sue lacrime una pioggia battente
Un bambino nacque chiedendosi il perché
[1] La Electro-Cruiser è un modello di macchina elettrica.