Wabanaqwad

I say,

I say, my little bro,

a story about

how once upon a day

An Indian brave scout

Vabanakvad by name

was hunting for a dream

hunting for a dream –

looking for a trace of it

for a trace of it

under the mottled fringe

of autumn foliage

in the forest,

and in the evening dawn

in the mountains…

in the highest mountains…

in the deepest streams…

 

But everything was familiar.…

And he didn't exclaim "Wow!"

didn't exclaim "Wow!"

 

But everything was familiar.…

And he didn't exclaim "Ah!"

didn't exclaim "Ah!"

 

And at night, a nightmare came,

smelling of "sick water."

of "sick water." –

Sneaking up like a dark spirit,

a cowboy took out a string:

"Why would they fight?

Why?

Why?

All right !

(The Indian swing is insidious!)".

And Vabanaquad died. –

And Vabanaquad died.

Died.

in a dream,

without exclaiming "Ah!"

 

And Vabanaquad died. –

in a dream,

without exclaiming "Ah!"

 

So did the cowboy

Whitecloud by name.

He caught a star –

"I took my first smelly scalp!"

first smelly scalp!

What a funny joy!

a funny joy!

Really joy?

 

(You are dashing, lucky Joe! –

The red-skinned pride is far away!)

Since then, the talisman

of success is a cloudless sky! –

It was a good chance !

Why?

Why?

All right!

 

Wabanaquad’s wig protects

the pale-faced race…

 

It is a fine trick !

Indian wonderful wig

preserves the pale-faced ligue…

the pale-faced Ligue !

 

O! My little bro !

...Don't be like Wabanaquad,

Who was chasing a dream –

looking for it under the mottled fringe

of autumn foliage

in the forest,

in the evening dawn

in the highest mountains…

in the deepest streams…

 

But, thanks for everything,

Live in your tents.

 

And, for everything God thanks,

Live in your own tents.

Live in your own tents.

your own tents…

 

(2026)