I came to a benab
sharpening my arrow of stone
knitting my hammock of air
tying my feathers au around my head.
Then I drank from the calabash of my ancestors
and danced my dance of fire
Weroon Weroon –
Land of the waters flowing over me
And I prayed to the blue ocean of heaven
dreaming of the voyage of death
and my corial of paradise paddling forever.
Now I climb toward the hole of heaven
and my hands are stretched to the altar of god
O wonder of all the stars departed
Weroon Weroon Weroon.