Since buildings burned down to the ground,
They feel light and easy in their realm.
What happens sometimes may astound:
Two Sun discs shine for them.
And they satisfy with wild ginseng
Their [deep] thirst, not knowing themselves, that
Black Woman adores them and loves them,
The woman with grey-silver hair.
Forever this Earth is bequeathed to them,
This land under[neath] the torn heaven,
And Black Femme adores them and loves them,
The woman with grey-silver hair.