Just a moment ago
I was big as a giant
From a big mouth in a big voice
I stated words, shouted aloud
Words from that, what the opinion
of mine of you and your work(s)
I advocated, for the land*
That sinks underneath the feet
I look at the moon, who owns it?
Whose is the sky, who's is this land?
Whose cradle the death swings?
From whose deed we travel here?
A tussock by tussock, a meter by meter
I sink into the ground, to the watery ground
It's useless here, it's useless to shout
because here they don't hear words
This birds sing for me
tell about that, how it's small
the life of one, one person
Because this land is eternal
I look at the moon, who owns it?
Whose is the sky, who's is this land?
Whose cradle the death swings?
From whose deed we travel here?