Behold this lonely body
of a silly fox
who speaks in alien tongues
because is unable to find his own utterances
expressions are no part of this land
our old duties have been gone
nothing but to see the loneliness
within this tragic artifacts
we have scattered all around us

This is Chilish, language inherited from the conquerors,
and we are forced to speak through it.
How can I express the warm fragility of my world
by the means of an alien speach?
We used to have others words and mottos
For our way of living
But those times have gone
Now we have to learn new duties
for our tired bodies

No destiny but to accept the tragedy