Alexander Nevzorov - The legend of the last moa bird -rap sad song | Текст песни

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In the land of New Zealand
There were birds all around,
They didn't fly in the sky,
They walked on the ground.
Clumsy fat kiwi bird
And no predators by!
If nobody can catch you,
Why should you fly?
The little green parrot
Had two small wings, you see,
But it still used its beak
To climb up the tree!
Bird called Moa was tall
With two strong graceful legs,
It walked, sang its songs
And, of course, laid its eggs.
But some hungry strong people
Sailed to those distant lands,
Mighty, sly, clever humans
With sticks in their hands.
They built huts all around,
Made some weapons to beat
In order to kill and have more meat to eat.
Poor Moa couldn't fly,
It could just run away,
A huge pants-like bird
Was so easy to slay!
A great bunch of meat
So easy to get
They didn't realize
What they were doing yet.
Humans used sticks and stones
To hit Moas' weak backs
and then used to bring
Dead birds home packed in sacks.
One day men went hunting
As they used to go.
They met the last Moa
(But they didn't know).
As usual, they took some stones from the sack.
When Moa got closer,
They ran to attack.
Moa couldn't be sly
With its tiny bird's brain.
It fell slowly dying
And crying of pain.
The last Moa bird on the planet was beaten,
The last Moa bird on the planet was eaten.
So look, human predator,
What have you done?
You killed the bird was born to have fun and run.
And all other birds killed by you were so cute.
Think before you shoot,
Or should I say,
Don't shoot.


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