1/6
Il sole, il buio, il vento stanno ascoltando che cosa abbiamo da dire.
2/6
Io sono nato nelle praterie dove il vento soffia libero e non c'è nulla che ferma la luce del sole. Io sono nato dove non c'erano costrizioni.
3/6
Il sole si leva, brilla per lungo tempo. Tramonta. Scende ed è perso. Così sarà per gli indiani...
4/6
The soldiers never explained to the government when an Indian was wronged, but reported the misdeeds of the Indians.
5/6
I was no chief and never had been, but because I had been more deeply wronged than others, this honor was conferred upon me and I resolved to prove worthy of the trust.
6/6
We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are useless or else Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of men and certainly had a righteous purpose in creating each.