Fiume Sand Creek [English translation]

They took our heart under a dark blanket

Under a small dead moon we were sleeping fearlessly

It was a twenty year old general

Blue eyes and same coat

It was a twenty year old general

Son of a tempest

There is a silver dollar at the bottom of Sand Creek

Our fighters are too distant on the bison path

and that far away music became louder and louder

I closed my eyes thrice

I found myself still there

I asked my grandfather if it is only a dream

My grandfather said yes

Sometimes fish sing at the bottom of Sand Creek

I dreamed so strongly that my nose bled

The flash in one ear, in the other paradise

The smaller tears

The bigger tears

When the snow tree

Bloomed with red stars

Now the children sleep on the bed of Sand Creek

When the sun rose its head over the shoulders of the night

There were only dogs and smoke and overturned tents

I shot an arrow to the sky

To make it breathe

I shot an arrow to the wind

To make it bleed

Search for the third arrow on the bottom of Sand Creek

They took our heart under a dark blanket

Under a small dead moon we were sleeping fearlessly

It was a twenty year old general

Blue eyes and same coat

It was a twenty year old general

Son of a tempest

Now the children are sleeping at the bottom of Sand Creek

• Artist:Mia Martini