Ours the rotten heart
Passing our mask of death on to our sons
We have become so deeply sad
Consigned to pain
Serpent among sisters
In the wake of invaded
I summon your rains to extinguish the fire
Burning inside men
In this age of mathers
In all the sleeps
Grief among brothers
Bled upon the streams
Fingernails closing upon the world of ancient
Bearing a new one
Pain when the time is of birth
Courage whenit's time to inspire us
Our land is a woman whose perfect figure
We are not worth to touch
In this age of mothers
In all that sleeps
