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“Hoop was united the people are broken

And parts are dispersed.

Sacred tree without core… is dead!”

In the course of time history became a fiction,

Truth had been replaced by lie and imitation.

Step over the usual ideas,

Break cover of ordinary views

And you’ll change your mind about tales

Of great state’s birth.

Where is a nations inhabited here?

They go far away to land of sandhills.

Their names will be always together with us -

Potomac, Mohican, Chezapic, Delaware.

They lived in harmony with surrounding world,

From masters of this land they were became outlaws.

At path of tears and suffering…

People were buried under ashes of thousands burned

Rural constructions, smouldering remains

Rest under motor highways.

Blood generously irrigated this land,

Clear waters stired up, earth was exhausted and dead.

Indians thought foreiners hated nature…

Only peaces survived from this culture.

Ugly peaces survived from unique culture!

Follage fall from silent height of trees.

You hear screaming silence and see another day

Shaking cradle of our birth.