In walking up and down
looking for the ultimate who has taken the world
into their hands for greatness of their life.
Soul, march like a loosed bird:
hit your goal into your life

soul, fight to be like mountain
Everest that the giant
will not fold you to their shoe
calling you the most beautiful fool of their garage.

oh! why can't you speed up
your brain, kicking the bed to your back for gold:
of our time which invite respect of the irokos.
may you be folded with mercy of the creator.