Respecting our land

They will fly so very high like a little butterfly.

Up so high in the sky you'll know about.

When I fly my kite so high in the sky, 

You'll remember me.

Just like my little kite you'll be,  little shining stars who will fight for me.

And when they're pinning I can now say stop.

Please respect us and our land, for who we are cause we can't change, and I don't think that I ever could.