Oeyä ikran

Oe ke lu taronyu
Kawkrr ikran ke layu oeru

Kawkrr oel ke nayìn atxkxeti tawta
Oeyä mevenu layu mì hllte frakrr

Taluna syal ke lu oeru.

Slä oeyä tireal ke kin mesyalit
Fte tswivayon mì saw, mì ayfìwopx

Ayvenu ke lu tirearu tuteoyä
Atxkxe ke lu, tìhusultstxem ke lu

Oeyä ikran... lu tirea oeri.

My ikran

I am not a hunter
Never will an ikran be mine

Never will I look at the land from the sky
My feet will be on the ground always

Because I have no wings.

But my spirit doesn't need two wings
To fly in the sky, in the clouds

Someone's spirit has no feet
There is no land, there is no hinder

My ikran... that is my own spirit.