Iglenan nö Oméju

Tenyu ki, aztevi mohérsa oxüvu mi flania yö.

Oyami lati va muindore u miyöwe ke ha onye.

Ha bukunde ke munegase kii vénte umit'sae xüwe kuwynér te ama.

Poj ki, xüwe va Ue meyan ju.

Ha nu akyre sha kuné azte salu yoznan te sofi.

Ha nu akyre oyami kuné bukunde ki véte chiju va orkae.

Poj ki, nun mö su ishkekun u onämak ke yonka.

Ha wüvele pun sani jan kii Ha wüvele ba pun.

Akunal kii akum'tér aztevi.

A Restless Warrior

Sometimes, there are these feelings in the air.

They speak to me and bind their soul with me.

I wish I knew how to translate them into my language.

But there are no words for them.

I want peace to be ubiquitous among my people.

I want them to understand how great love is.

But their hearts are blind and fickle inside.

I need to save them, or I need to be saved.

Somewhere, there is hope.