Amerindianu [English translation]

Bright mountains

and dusty expanses.

The sun as a friend.

We go ahead.

My warriors are proud,

my archers are brave.

No lament is heard.

We’re riding.

In my people’s hearts

it’s always springtime,

with no fear

they can speak to the Gods.

The Great Spirit

is never away

and speaks quietly to me.

My child, serene,

rests on the back

of my woman who’s bending down

with a smile.

When she finally falls asleep

under the blue beams

of the moon,

the door opens to the paradise.

In my people’s hearts

it’s always springtime,

with no fear

they can speak to the Gods.

The Great Spirit

is never away

and speaks quietly to me.

Outside, around the flames

the souls gather together

in a song that flies to the stars.

From the breathless mouths

of the feeble old men

you can hear tales and refrains.

In my people’s hearts

it’s always springtime,

with no fear

they can speak to the Gods.

The Great Spirit

is never away

and speaks quietly to me.

When there’s lack of water

and the parched soil

becomes infertile,

we dance

waiting for the return

of a better day;

and we pray

to the wrathful sky.

In my people’s hearts

it’s always springtime,

with no fear

they can speak to the Gods.

The Great Spirit

is never away

and speaks quietly to me.

Sons of my sons,

this song is dedicated

to you, uprooted people,

so that the Great Spirit

of the Gods never be away from you,

you, American Indians.