Hmong wakes up to pay tax for the wealthy heavens as if we are the poor hells.
We rise, but bow back down into the shallow hells.
Nomads are us, but we Hmong live not with the name nomad.
However, with the name harmony meaning us Hmong mean freedom.
Poor is us, but harmony is us as we dig up our grandfather’s grave to gather spirit money.
Money is a young part of our life making us spite as if we had deceive our self to the day we can no longer trust each other.
Tax comes to pick up money as we take out spirit money to pay until we die.
Oh, climb the heavens, but there are no stairways.
Crawl into the shallow earth, but there lays no holes.
How would we live to the day the stars twist and the heavens roar?
We try to not desire, but we have to deceive ourselves just to live.
Oh, Hmong this is not life, but death is even better then this worthless life.
Therefore, my decedents today you are in a better land with harmony.
All you want to desire is right there next to you.
Not like the old life your ancestor have bare to make lice crawl no more on your mom and dad’s head.
Today learn to spare your spirit money for your mom and dad to hold as a gift in the after world.
We need to be spiteful no more my Hmong to stay immortal.
So the name nomad live no more in Hmong history to the day metal and rock collide and I promise with my ka to poof my words.
