The howl of the coyote wakes everyone up
The shaman sings, a puff of dust comes out of his dry throat.
He sing a song that asks the spirit of the earth and sky
A hunred years have passed
Throughout the land
I hear the beats of my fathers drum
Within my heart
I see the fireflies at night
They fly through ashes
Ashes cold and white
In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude
The drum shall beat
So my heart shall beat
And I shall live a hundred thousand years