"They said I would be accepted once again,

If I accept the Anglonization,

and reject that my roots are N-D-N.

Well all I can say is Death before Dishonor,

Thus I must find my flame

so we can create our Xochilt, our flower,

because soon will come my end.. There is no alternative, there is no other

My winters are numbered, My fire desires for peace, but even she rejects being dishonored Do not cry my fire, for our answer lies is in the Blue Sky. Ometeotl, for the sake of my family let us find peace for their oppression keeps asking for our lives, and I will protect my fire and my seeds, even if I must give mine.."