Our homelands grow fertile
From our blood
Sprout abundance
Feed multitudes
While daily we count
Our disappeared
What is breath
If it cannot hurl storms
Across continents
What are words
That cannot block the blows
Shade you from sun's white light
Like two merciful wings
Rise in beauty
Drop cool sweet water
Into your mouth
Stop bloods flow
To dust
We count preciousness
Daily hold you
As warriors
Brothers, sisters
Hold you
With words and breath
Rise in beauty
Tahoe
