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