Philip Glass - Koyaanisqatsi

Yaw itam it Awk haykyanayawk Yaw oova iwiskövi Naanahoy lanatini Naap yaw itamit hiita kya-hak Hiita töt sqwat angw ipwaye Yaw itam hiita qa löl mat awkökin Yaw yannak yangw sen kisats Köö tsaptangat yaw Töövayani oongawk Translation: If we Dig precious things from the land We will invite disaster Near the day of Purification There will be cobwebs Spun back and forth In the sky A container of ashes might one day be thrown from the sky Which could burn the land And boil the oceans Koyaanisqatsi (life out of balance)