Afara ploua
Ploua, iar eu stau in camera, pretinzand ca invat. Nu se prinde nimic de mine.
Aseara m-a plouat cu apa si foc.
Ascult in cap un poem.
Hanhepi iyuha mi ihanbla ohinni yelo
Òn sunkmanitutankapi hena,
sunkawakanpi watogha hena,
oblaye t`ankapi oihankesni hena
T`at`epi kin asni kiyasni he
akatanhanpi iwankal
Oblaye t`anka kin
osicesni mitakuyepi òn
Makoce kin wakan
Wakan Tanka kin òn
Miwicala ohinni – Hanhepi iyuha
kici – Anpetu iyuha kici yelo
Mi yececa hehaka kin yelo, na
ni yececa sunkmanitutankapi
kin ka mikaga wowasaka isom
Uncinpi tuweni nitaku keyas ta k`u
Unwakupi e`cela e wiconi
wanji unmakainapi ta yelo
Anpetu waste e wan olowan
le talowan winyan ta yelo
Unwanagi pi lel e nita it`okab o`ta ye
Untapi it`okab o`ta
Na e kte ena òn hanska ohakap
ni itansni a`u nita ni ihanke yelo
I still dream every night
Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies
The restless winds over mountaintops
The unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin
The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
I still believe
In every night
In every day
I am like the caribou
And you like the wolves that make me stronger
We never owed you anything
Our only debt is one life for our Mother
It was a good day to chant this song
For Her
Our spirit was here long before you
Long before us
And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end
