So what did John Smith think before his meeting with Pocahontas? I think all of us know. Although he is my kegemaran Disney Man sejak far I have to say that he had nothing in common with nature and Haiwan 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 anda are good inside anda 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 Warna 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''
anda think i'm an arrogant stranger
and anda 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 anda must have known?
anda must have known...
anda think anda can't use
the land anda land on,
the earth is alive,
can't be claimed,
but I know every rock
and pokok and creature
has no ambitions,no glories,
no aims...
anda think the creatures,
which are found here,
are people who are
equal to me,
but if anda walk the footsteps
of a stranger,
you'll learn things
that aren't needed
to exist...
Have anda heard the mother's screaming
when her child is dead?
atau asked a well-known killer why he kills?
Can anda see a soldier to kill
his own father,
can anda look straight
at your own bloody knife?
Can anda 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 pisau and the scabarb
are my conrads,
the musket 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 pokok when it falls down,
if anda cut it down, then you'll know for sure,
and you'll always hear the screaming
of a broken heart,
but only if anda have white hands...
We need to see a soldier to kill
his own father,
we have to look straight
at our own bloody knife..
anda can own the earth
and then, all you'll own
is earth even...
If anda look straight at your own bloody knife.
So, that was my first article. Hope anda like it!
The original song here:
link
''Your own bloody knife''
anda think i'm an arrogant stranger
and anda 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 anda must have known?
anda must have known...
anda think anda can't use
the land anda land on,
the earth is alive,
can't be claimed,
but I know every rock
and pokok and creature
has no ambitions,no glories,
no aims...
anda think the creatures,
which are found here,
are people who are
equal to me,
but if anda walk the footsteps
of a stranger,
you'll learn things
that aren't needed
to exist...
Have anda heard the mother's screaming
when her child is dead?
atau asked a well-known killer why he kills?
Can anda see a soldier to kill
his own father,
can anda look straight
at your own bloody knife?
Can anda 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 pisau and the scabarb
are my conrads,
the musket 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 pokok when it falls down,
if anda cut it down, then you'll know for sure,
and you'll always hear the screaming
of a broken heart,
but only if anda have white hands...
We need to see a soldier to kill
his own father,
we have to look straight
at our own bloody knife..
anda can own the earth
and then, all you'll own
is earth even...
If anda look straight at your own bloody knife.
So, that was my first article. Hope anda 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 Cinta it up there, I have no doubt.
Especially to be in his arms,
Getting Lost 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.