Gratitude and candor

[Introduction]
Tonight, the redskins tribe is the two of us.
With Wounded Knee, pounce the ground to the beat of tam-tams.
Hands to hands, let's sway at the rhythm of maracas.

[Verse 1]
Threatened, the autarkic will prefer evasion.
The personable turn to negotiation.
To resist is instinctive, like is dissension;
initiates a defence of means and possessions;
erects as idols arsenal and conscription.

[Chorus]
Gratitude is the joy of existing,
it’s to find sufficiency in needing.
Such gratitude is then liberating,
for both our hearts and psyches tambourin.
Conviction that rhythm our feet beating.

[Verse 2]
It is salutary instead to be sober.
Without luxe; insipid; the collective prospers.
Within the sharing of tasks, competences and flair,
the member's envy is to be a supporter.
Clan’s sustainability incites such helpers.

[Chorus]
Gratitude is the joy of existing,
it’s to find sufficiency in needing.
Such gratitude is then liberating,
for both our hearts and psyches tambourin.
Conviction that rhythm our feet beating.

[Verse 3]
Dictatorship is the most expensive of thefts.
Exaggerating is its only talking gift.
To force its priorities even further forth,
it hinders every personal dream and intent
to maximize each mental focus and support.

[Chorus]
Gratitude is the joy of existing,
it’s to find sufficiency in needing.
Such gratitude is then liberating,
for both our hearts and psyches tambourin.
Conviction that rhythm our feet beating.

[Verse 4]
The valiant slave goes hoping that, once victorious,
his king will let him go about his own pursuits!
But, in the meantime, he was plotting new issues.
There are no longer such kings or these ambitious?
Workers are sacrificed whole, even bounteous.

[Climax]
Your candour is the way of prospering:
blind of a reason to be abusing.
My candour is to be gratifying.
In five days of the sacred ghost dancing,
we’ll come out of trance: two autochthonous.