Fiume Sand Creek [English translation]

They have taken our heart

From underneath a dark blanket

Under a small dead moon

We were sleeping without fear

It was a twenty-years-old general

Blue eyes, the same as his coat

It was a twenty-years-old general

Son of a thunderstorm

There is a silver dollar at the bottom of Sand Creek

Our warriors too far on the bison trail

And that distant music became louder and louder

I closed my eyes three times

But I was still there

I asked my Grandpa is this just a dream?

My Grandpa said yes

Sometimes fish sing at the bottom of Sand Creek

I dreamed so hard that my nose bled

The flash in one ear, in the other Paradise

The smallest tears,

The biggest tears

When the tree of the snow

Blossomed of red stars

Now the children sleep at the bottom of Sand Creek

When the sun raised his head

From the shoulders of the night

There were only dogs and smoke and upset tents

I shot an arrow at the sky to let it breathe

I shot an arrow at the wind

To make it bleed

Look for the third arrow at the bottom of Sand Creek

They have taken our heart From underneath a dark blanket

Under a small dead moon We were sleeping without fear

It was a twenty-years-old general

Blue eyes the same as his coat

It was a twenty-years-old general

Son of a thunderstorm

Now the children sleep at the bottom of Sand Creek