The sun in the sky, green trees on the ground
Our bodies are born on the earth
Our souls come from heaven
The sun and moon shine on our limbs
Green spaces nourish our bodies
Give this body to the wind blowing across the earth
Thank God for the miracles and the land of the Kuluta people
May our souls stay healthy forever
I would like to share the joy with all my compatriots
I wish I could share my sorrow with them
Please always praise the Kuluta people
Let's take the red flaming eyes as proof...
Why do flowers wither?
Why do people age?
Why do birds mourn?
Why does the wind whistle?
Describe it in writing.
Why is the sky stained with blood?
Because the earth is bleeding.
Why is the world in front of me rendered by the setting sun?
The dead souls of the tribe are crying...
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