West
Origin of music.
One evening a strange boy arrived in our village.
He told us he came from the house of the sun.
He said he was here to bring us a great gift.
Then he sang for us and we felt for the first time
The beauty of music.
But before very long our men began to die
And we found that those who came back from the river ate their fish and listened to his song
Died in the night.
So we explained to the boy that we would have to kill him
And he asked to be burnt.
As he died in the flames he sang his most beautiful song
And from his ashes grew the paxiuba palm.
Now our men make their flutes from its wood.
And sometimes in the evening we have music
Strange and beautiful as the boy from the house of the sun
And sad as his dying.
Flute solo. The Indians continue decorating the funeral posts.
Blackout.