• I look at the moon,
    Her face is white,
    Like the eyes of the beings,
    Who walk on two paws.

    I stare at the big black darkness,
    Surrounding the orb's pale features,
    It has little white shining rocks,
    That glow with the spirit of my ancestors.

    I look around at the big tall sticks,
    That shoot out from the grass,
    They were a green color,
    Now they look like shapes in the night.

    I look at the big round sphere,
    Once more I see her,
    I rise my head,
    I am Howling.