Текст Trampled By Turtles – Pocahontas

Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight

They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin’ on the ground
When the firesticks
And the wagons come
And the night falls
On the setting sun

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
And 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 I 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

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We’ll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
Like the Astrodome
And the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas