Udei daiboo' nekadee' buitsani. Indians sitting, watching the white dancers. Dancers dressed in Sioux regalia. My people are scattered in small pockets throughout our homelands, Today, they sometimes forget that all Newe are one. This, my People, is a call for unity.
Modern civilization is a curse for all people.
Many temptations are presented. My Brother, Coyote, was following a sacred path one day. My Brother, who is a famous traveller, sometimes forgets where he is going. O ften-times, my Brother, we quest for T hat elusive dream. T he dream of a new path that promises to E nrich our lives R esist that temptation, my Brother.