If Ты cut it down, then you'll never know. And you'll never hear the волк cry to the blue кукуруза moon. For whether we are white или copper skinned, We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain. We need to paint with all the Цвета of the wind. Ты can own the earth, and still, all you'll own is earth until Ты can paint with all the Цвета of..... The wind.
I did this song for solo ensamble. I have it memorized.
