Fiume Sand Creek [English translation]

From underneath a dark curtain they have taken our souls

We used to sleep without fear under a small dead moon

He was a twenty-year-old general

blue eyes in a blue coat

He was a twenty-year-old general

Son of a thunderstorm

There is a silver dollar on the bottom of Sand Creek

On the track of the bison, our warriors were too far,

When became louder and louder that music from afar

Three times I closed my eyes

Then again I was still there

I asked my grampa “Is it a dream?”

He said “It is. Have no fear”

Sometimes fishes sing on the bottom of Sand Creek

I started bleeding from the nose, strong as I was dreaming

A flash within one ear, in the other one the Heaven

The smallest, tiniest tears

The biggest, hugest tears

When the tree of the snow

Blossomed of red stars

Now the children sleep on the bottom of Sand Creek

When the sun rose the head from the shoulders of the night

There were only dogs and smoke, and the remainings of the fight

I shot an arrow at the sky

to let it breath

I shot an arrow at the wind

To make it bleed

The third arrow you’ll find on the bottom of Sand Creek

From underneath a dark curtain they have taken our souls

We used to sleep without fear under a small dead moon

He was a twenty-year-old general

blue eyes in a blue coat

He was a twenty-year-old general

Son of a thunderstorm

Now the children sleep on the bottom of Sand Creek