So what did John Smith think before his meeting with Pocahontas? I think all of us know. Although he is my paborito Disney Man sa pamamagitan ng far I have to say that he had nothing in common with nature and mga hayop before Pocahontas. He hadn’t understood the meaning of life. I don't believe that he was a bad man. He was a good person because only when you are good inside you can change. He was just a bit ignorant. After his meeting with Pocahontas he changes and that’s what I appreciate more. His willingness to change and to try to be better and better all the time. So, this idea came to my mind. John Smith’s mga kulay of the wind before Pocahontas. His thoughts, his beliefs and his view of life.
The original song here:
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''Your own bloody knife''
You think i'm an arrogant stranger
and you have been nowhere,
apart from your own land,
that's why i cannot see
how the evil one is me,
how can there be so much you must have known?
you must have known...
You think you can't use
the land you land on,
the earth is alive,
can't be claimed,
but I know every rock
and puno and creature
has no ambitions,no glories,
no aims...
You think the creatures,
which are found here,
are people who are
equal to me,
but if you walk the footsteps
of a stranger,
you'll learn things
that aren't needed
to exist...
Have you heard the mother's screaming
when her child is dead?
Or asked a well-known killer why he kills?
Can you see a soldier to kill
his own father,
can you look straight
at your own bloody knife?
Can you look straight at your own bloody knife?
Come, run along the painful path of the life,
come, taste the salty taste of our tears,
come, swim in all the riches we'll find here
and hear me, never stop thinking
what they're worth...
The kutsilyo and the scabarb
are my conrads,
the maskit and the bullets
are my allies,
and we live seperated from each other
in a line, the death line
that always ends...
What's the sound of a puno when it falls down,
if you cut it down, then you'll know for sure,
and you'll always hear the screaming
of a broken heart,
but only if you have white hands...
We need to see a soldier to kill
his own father,
we have to look straight
at our own bloody knife..
You can own the earth
and then, all you'll own
is earth even...
If you look straight at your own bloody knife.
So, that was my first article. Hope you like it!
The original song here:
link
''Your own bloody knife''
You think i'm an arrogant stranger
and you have been nowhere,
apart from your own land,
that's why i cannot see
how the evil one is me,
how can there be so much you must have known?
you must have known...
You think you can't use
the land you land on,
the earth is alive,
can't be claimed,
but I know every rock
and puno and creature
has no ambitions,no glories,
no aims...
You think the creatures,
which are found here,
are people who are
equal to me,
but if you walk the footsteps
of a stranger,
you'll learn things
that aren't needed
to exist...
Have you heard the mother's screaming
when her child is dead?
Or asked a well-known killer why he kills?
Can you see a soldier to kill
his own father,
can you look straight
at your own bloody knife?
Can you look straight at your own bloody knife?
Come, run along the painful path of the life,
come, taste the salty taste of our tears,
come, swim in all the riches we'll find here
and hear me, never stop thinking
what they're worth...
The kutsilyo and the scabarb
are my conrads,
the maskit and the bullets
are my allies,
and we live seperated from each other
in a line, the death line
that always ends...
What's the sound of a puno when it falls down,
if you cut it down, then you'll know for sure,
and you'll always hear the screaming
of a broken heart,
but only if you have white hands...
We need to see a soldier to kill
his own father,
we have to look straight
at our own bloody knife..
You can own the earth
and then, all you'll own
is earth even...
If you look straight at your own bloody knife.
So, that was my first article. Hope you like it!
If I can’t have him, my world will always be grim.
No one I know will understand.
They all hate the land.
But it’s all I can ever think about.
I would pag-ibig it up there, I have no doubt.
Especially to be in his arms,
Getting Nawawala in all of his charms.
Only then will I be satisfied.
Knowing that from now on it’s with him I’ll reside.
I long to be in his arms and to dance!
And find myself in a lover’s trance.
I must find someone who will help me with my plea,
Until then I will be miserable under the sea.