Pocahontas / Pocahontas
Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we've never seen
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the settin’ sun
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin' on the fields of green
In the homeland we've never seen
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas
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The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we've never seen
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the settin’ sun
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin' on the fields of green
In the homeland we've never seen
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas
* * * *
Aurora boreale
Il cielo glaciale di notte
Pagaie fendono l'acqua
In un lungo e veloce volo
Dall'uomo bianco verso i verdi campi
E la terra natia che non abbiamo mai visto
Ci hanno uccisi nei nostri tepee
E hanno ammazzato le nostre donne
Forse hanno lasciato qualche bimbo
A piangere per terra
Le torce e i carri stanno arrivando
E la notte cala sul sole al tramonto
Hanno massacrato i bufali
Dirimpetto alla banca
I taxi mi sfrecciano sui piedi
E i miei occhi sono diventati vuoti
Nel mio piccolo rifugio in cima alle scale
Con il mio tappeto indiano e una pipa da condividere
Vorrei essere un cacciatore
Darei mille pelli
Per dormire con Pocahontas
E scoprire come si sentiva
Al mattino nei verdi campi
Nella terra natia che non abbiamo mai visto
E forse Marlon Brando
Sarà là accanto al fuoco
Ci siederemo e parleremo di Hollywood
E le belle cose che si possono affittare
E l'Astrodome e il primo tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas e io
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas e io
Pocahontas