You are polluted with your gifts!
As you offer sacrifices to all the big trees in the forest;
In the name of your culture and in the name of the gods and goddesses of the land.
Defiled!
With the works of the customs on this land;
In rthe forests and in the fields,
being servants of the gods and goddesses.
Life,
One's love and, one's care is like the muse of a bird that sings so loud!
But, today, your arms are stretched out to the gods and the godddesses of the land,
Crying out to them everyday to save you
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