Mali indijanac razgovara sa svojim ocem. Pita ga: "Tata, zašto se seka zove Zelena Livada?", a otac kaže: "Zato što je začeta na livadi". "A zašto se braco zove Snježna Planina?" "Zato što je začet na takvoj planini." - odgovara otac. "Imam još jedno pitanje" - kaže mali indijanac. "Pitaj, Razderana Gumo!"
In the shadow of the night
I sleep but with pain
What will be of tomorrow
Yes a day unknown
A day that overshadows dawn
I lay there eyes wide open
Stars shining in the sky
Sailing gallantly and shining even
Brighter
But no answer to my woes
Slowly my eyes close
I sleep soundly a smile across
My face
I forgot my cries
As I dream better dreams
Full of promises about tomorrow
Now I know
I am not suppose to worry
Of tomorrow
But sweet today
A day that brings tomorrow
Enriching tomorrow visions bright
nemoj plakati zamnom,
jer ja sam svi vjetrovi što pušu,
ja sam blještavi odsjaj snijega,
ja sam sunčeve zrake što te griju,
i zato nemoj plakati zamnom jer ja nisam mrtva...