Текст и перевод песни Destripando la Historia feat. Rodrigo Septién - Pocahontas - El Cuento Original

Pocahontas - El Cuento Original

¡Hola, jóvenes nativos!, bienvenidos a Destripando la Historia con Pascu y Pascu (¿Qué?)
De Pascu y Rodrí, hoy, os traemos la historia de Pocahontas

Somos los colonos, vamos a Jamestown
Y al bribón de John Smith, le hemos encerrao
Es un tipo chiquitín que hizo un motín
Ya le soltaremos al llegar allí

Somos los Bowatan, una tribu sin rival
No vengáis a molestar o vais a cobrar
Les lanzaron flechas, nada más llegar
Y vivieron por un tiempo en relativa paz

Y os preguntaréis: ¿y Pocahontas?, ya vendrá, no os preocupéis
John Smith iba con los colonos, río arriba y río abajo
Intercambiando o saqueando maíz, mayormente, porque tenían hambre

Los Bowatan se enfadan mucho y atrapan a John Smith
Oye ¿y esta no es está la música de Avatar?
Sí, pero es que es la misma historia

Van a abrir su cabeza, contra una piedra
¡Sacádme de aquí!, agh
No, padre, ¡déjale en paz!
¿No ves que es un tonto sin más?
¿Ha dicho que soy qué?

John Smith se queda flipando ante este acto de nobleza, llevado a cabo por una niña de 10 años
Los Bowatan forjan una alianza con los colonos, para comerciar maíz a cambio de armas
Pero con el tiempo, los colonos se aprovechan de la generosidad de los nativos
Y ellos empiezan a estar hartos de estos muertos de hambre

Atrapan a un tío, capitán de un barco
Que se llama Rattifil y deciden torturarlo
Y le empiezan a arrancar la piel, a tiras, con conchas de mejillón mientras le obligan a mirar
Y cuando ya no le queda piel en el cuerpo le prenden fuego

Luego a John Smith quieren apresar
Pero Pocahontas, va y le vuelve a avisar
¡Mira, me cago en la... pfupfa...!

Al final no le atrapan, pero tiempo después
A John le explota un poco de pólvora que llevaba en el bolsillo
Y se lo tienen que llevar de vuelta a Inglaterra

Los otros colonos urden un gran plan
Secuestrar a Pocahontas para negociar
Y como su padre pasa de pagar
La niña se enfada (hoy os van a dar)

Y no sólo le iban a dar a su padre
Si no también al hijo que había tenido años antes con Kocun, su marido
Que no sabemos bien cómo, pero está muerto

Se casa con John Rolf, un señor con tierras
La llaman Rebeca y se marcha a Inglaterra
Se encontró con John y no le saludó
Y al final, la pobre muy enferma, la palmó

Y ahora como siempre, os vamos a contar
Una moraleja con su lai-la-rai, la-lá
Ese mejillón, el arma más letal
Arranca la piel con gran facilidad

Pocahontas - The True Story

Hey there, young natives, welcome to Destripando la Historia with Pascu and Pascu (What?)
From Pascu and Rodri, today, we bring you the story of Pocahontas

We are the colonists, sailing to Jamestown
And that rascal John Smith, we've got him locked down
He's a tiny little guy who caused a mutiny
We'll release him once we reach the town

We are the Powhatan, a tribe beyond compare
Don't come here to bother us, or you'll pay the fare
They shot them with arrows, upon arrival's hour
And they lived for a while in relative power

And you may wonder: what about Pocahontas? She'll come, don't you fret
John Smith went with the colonists, up and down the river's jet
Trading or looting corn, mostly, 'cause they were quite famished

The Powhatan get very angry and capture John Smith, it's true
Hey, isn't this the music from Avatar?
Yeah, but it's the same story, through and through

They're gonna crack his head open, against a stone so rough
Get me out of here!, agh
No, father, leave him alone!
Can't you see he's just a fool, a silly drone?
Did she say I'm what?

John Smith is stunned by this act of nobility, done by a 10-year-old girl so bold
The Powhatan forge an alliance with the colonists, to trade corn for weapons of gold
But over time, the colonists take advantage of the natives' generosity grand
And they start to get tired of these starving men, across the land

They capture a guy, captain of a ship so vast
Whose name is Ratcliffe, and they decide to make him their last
They start to rip his skin off, in strips, with mussel shells, making him watch the sight
And when there's no skin left on his body, they set him on fire, burning bright

Then they want to capture John Smith once more
But Pocahontas goes and warns him, just like before
Look, I shit on the... pfupfa...!

In the end, they don't catch him, but some time later, it's true
John gets blown up by some gunpowder he had in his pocket, blue
And they have to take him back to England, a journey anew

The other colonists devise a grand plan, it's plain to see
To kidnap Pocahontas to negotiate, you see
And since her father refuses to pay the fee
The girl gets angry (today they're gonna get what they deserve, it's true)

And not only were they going to get her father, it's a fact
But also the son she had years before with Kocoum, her husband, intact
We don't know how exactly, but he's dead, that's that

She marries John Rolfe, a gentleman with land and might
They call her Rebecca, and she leaves for England, taking flight
She met John and didn't even greet him, what a sight
And in the end, the poor girl, very sick, passed away in the night

And now, as always, we're going to tell you a tale
A moral with its lai-la-rai, la-lá, without fail
That mussel, the deadliest weapon, we hail
It rips off skin with great ease, a sorry trail