The rainbow doesn't care. Its many-colored sword
Stops the rain. Tells him: Stay in the sky.
And we commit suicide in the folds of the earth,
The hyena darts along, green as mold.

The rainbow doesn't care.

The rifle carriers with the white slave dogs
Lure us into gold mines with all kinds of tricks.
The rainbow doesn't care that our blood runs out,
That the girls slaughter themselves.

The rainbow doesn't care.

Oh, bird Insinguizi, smaller than a tooth,
Of our suicide in your realm, tell the gods.
The rainbow doesn't care. Horribly doesn't care.
It will let the rain go — later.

The rainbow doesn't care.