The Daughter of White (The Lion King: Story of Evil)

The Daughter of White is the forth song in The Lion King: Story of Evil, and narrates the majority of Pindua’s life

Song
Pindua 

“I’m sorry for being alive.”, before I knew it that was my catchphrase

Mine was a dull life of saying nothing but complaints

Everyone in my village has beautiful green hair

I’m left out, with white fur different from theirs

A millennium tree secretly towers over the scenery deep in the forest

When alone here, I make a wish to God

To carry on living in isolation, that’s very lonely

Anyone would be fine, I want someone to become my friend

I met her, near the millennium tree

She had collapsed and I saved her, that was the beginning

Before I knew it the two of us were getting along well

But just about everything between me and her was different

She had green fur more beautiful than anyone in the village

With her kind voice and smile, she was loved by everyone

Why are you being so kind to someone like me?

Do you intend on pitying a lioness who’s inferior to you?

Embracing the abject me

She whispered

“You are more wonderful than anyone else.”

Tears spilled out

Even if all the people in the world

Scorned and mocked me

There’s someone who needs me

With only that, I am happy

The two of us rushed from the pride, and started living in town

It’s an unfamiliar life, but if we’re together it’s alright

The servants of a mighty lion’s wife

That was the work we chose for a living

One day on the grounds we happened upon a handsome, blue furred man

The meeting between he and her derailed everything

He was the ruler of a country across the ocean, and, loving her deeply

He refused the marriage proposal of a princess in the neighbouring country

The country was engulfed in the horrors of war

The decree the princess made:

“All of the green furred women,

Kill them.”

Everyone, everyone was lost forever

Except the white furred me

I should have died in her place

Why, why?

“I’m sorry for being alive.”, before I knew it that was my catchphrase

Mine was a dull life of saying nothing but complaints

I began my new livelihood in a small pride’s church

I heard a rumour on the wind that in the revolution, the Princess died

I met her, near the church

She had collapsed and I saved her, that was the beginning

Before I knew it the two of us were getting along well

But just about everything between me and her was different

In the night confessional when no one was around

By chance I heard her confession

Ah, what does this mean?

She is certainly

The Daughter of Evil

At a small river on the outskirts of town

She is standing alone

From behind I draw near

From my front paws I took out

My claws, pointed it at the Princess’s back

And raised it high

I have an apology I must make to you

In the end I didn’t remove your enemy

That lioness is the old me, a very very solitary person

To carry on living by yourself, that’s very lonely

She who could do nothing

Became a little more skilful in her cooking

Today’s treat, brioche

Is very deliciously baked

That moment at that beach

For an instant I saw an illusion

Who in the world

Was that lion, I wonder?