Песня губернатора Ретклифа, поселенцев, вождя Похатан и индейцев из мультфильма "Покахонтас" - Savages (now we sound the drums of war). | Текст песни и Аккорды
Governor Ratcliffe and English Settlers vs. Powhatan and Native Americans – Savages
Ratcliffe: What can you expect From filthy little heathens? Their whole disgusting race is like a curse. Their skin's a hellish red, They're only good when dead. They're vermin, as I said, And worse!
Settlers: They're savages! Savages! Ratcliffe: Barely even human! Settlers: Savages! Savages! Ratcliffe: Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil, We must sound the drums of war! Ratcliffe and Settlers: They're savages! Savages! Dirty redskin devils! Now we sound the drums of war!
Powhatan: This is what we feared, The paleface is a demon. The only thing they feel at all is greed. Kekata: Beneath that milky hide There's emptiness inside. Native Am.: I wonder if they even bleed!
They're savages! Savages! Barely even human! Savages! Savages! Powhatan: Killers at the core… Kekata: They're different from us Which means they can't be trusted. Powhatan: We must sound the drums of war! Native Am.: They're savages! Savages! First we deal with this one, Then we sound the drums of war!
Settlers: Savages! Savages! Ratcliffe: Let's go kill a few, men! Native Am.: Savages! Savages! Powhatan: Now it's up to you, men! Settlers and Native Am.: Savages! Savages! Barely even human! Now we sound the drums of war!
[Nature’s solo]
Ratcliffe: This will be the day. (Let's go men!) Powhatan: This will be the morning. (Bring out the prisoner!) Settlers and Native Am.: We will see them dying in the dust.
Pocahontas: I don't know what I can do. Still I know I've got to try. [Settlers: Now we make them pay.] Eagle help my feet to fly, [Native Am.: Now, without a warning… Mountain, help my heart be great, [Settlers and Native Am.: Now we leave ‘em blood and bone and rust.] Spirits of the Earth and Sky, [It's them or us] Please don't let it be too late. [They're just a bunch of filthy, stinking...]
Native Am.: Savages! Settlers: Savages! Native Am.: Demons! Settlers: Devils! Ratcliffe: Kill them! Native Am.: Savages! Settlers: Savages! Ratcliffe and Settlers: What are we waiting for?
Native Am. and Settlers: Destroy their evil race Until there's not a trace left. (Pocahontas: How loud are the drums of the war?) Well will sound the drums of war! Now we sound he drums of war!
(together): Settlers: Now we see what comes of trying to be chums. Of course it means the drums of war! Native Am.: Now we sound the drums of war! Pocahontas: Is the death of all I love carried in the drum of war?