We speak acknowledging the word carried by the wind
With the mandate of that which is ancient and that which is present,
We were germinated by the rain,
We watch, seeing ourselves in the leaf of the tree that cradled us all
Music will be the staff brought by the peoples,
Silence for the father of all the fires – the Sun,
Visible tasks of the Being and Doing,
Infinite renewal of the nourished altars,
Honoured Mother Earth
We have not left,
We return with the only vital offer,
Our Heart.