For thousands of years,
those who walk upright have learned to live in deep forests,
ancient
as time.
They have always shared, along with all animals,
the water, the earth,
plants and the fruits
which nourish and heal.
They respect and honor the stone that is alive,
the wind that is alive,
the tree that is alive,
the earth that gives the life.
So many structures and forms,
colors and materials,
rhythms and movements,
unfold in the magnificence
of this unique force of life.
Listen to the voice of the First Nations,
Listen to the voice of the First Nations.
In the countless shades of karos,
melted in emerald and azure,
for billions of years the
great tree of life has grown.
A measure threads connected to each other,
the same origin,
the same roots,
the same future.
Listen to the voice of the First Nations,
Listen to the voice of the First Nations,
They still know the secrets of the forest,
the language of springs and rivers.
They sing with the ancient spirits of the world.
Listen to the voice of the earth,
who cries and suffers.
Listen to the wind,
which carries the last breath of the
billions of beings who die in silence.
They came and destroyed and burned everything.
Listen to the voice of the First Nations,
Listen to the voice of the First Nations.
For thousands of years,
those who walk upright have learned to live in deep forests,
ancient as time.
Now everything is being destroyed
and heaven became hell.
Listen to them,
they remind us of who we are.
Listen to them.
Remember who you are.
Remember who you are.
Remember who you are.