Translation: The Lovely Feathers. Wrong Choice.
You made the wrong choice You made the wrong choice You made the wrong choice You made the wrong choice Oh no, tears to drown us in Oh no, falter down
on. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. How
respect the indian way? I will no longer cry, for what has passed is gone like a memory that floats in the air, the song of an eagle feather climbing
I wanna come closer I wanna be one of the feathers to help you fly And with a little love in all the wrong places The rest of me has no choice but to
follow the story and remember the lines. I had no choice, this is how I was cast, this is how I was cast, I had no choice. Trapped inside a frame, not
