Gillian Welch - Pocahontas (live) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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 weve 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 setting 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 weve never seen
And maybe marlon brando
Will be there by the fire
Well 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