Piffiit Nutaat

Sinnattulerpunga illernamiillunga
Innassimallunga nikiffissaqarnanga
Uninngarusunnanga nikinnialerpunga
Innarsiorlunga, najummatsingaarlunga
Uninngaguma iluanngilaq
Nivissaguma soqutaanngilaq
Innarsiorneq nangikkiga
Misinnarsivoq sisulersunga…
Uninngaguma iluanngilaq
Nivissaguma soqutaanngilaq
Innarsiorneq nangikkiga
Misinnarsivoq sisulersunga…
Iternialerpunga sinissimangaarama
— ullut pingajuat qiteqqutereerporooq!
Siunersisalerpara pisuunngorumallutik
Uku tamaaniittut nanertuisuullutik
Kalaallit Nunaat qitornatit
Kissumiaannarsinnaanngilatit
Piffiit nutaat atulerpavut
Piffitoqqat qimappavut
Ulloq ataaseq tassa ukiut untritillit
New Times
I dream of standing on a mountain cliff
I can’t get anywhere, I’m trapped
I can’t stay, I have to continue to climb up
I try to hang on to the sides
I can’t get anywhere by staying here
I rather lose my grip
I’m trying to climb up
But it feels like I’m slipping down…
Then I wake up — I been sleeping for long
Apparently two and half days have passed
For two and half centuries and I see they’re still here to extract and steal
our fortunes
And to suppress
Greenland, «The Land of Man»
You can’t always have your children on your lap
The new era has begun
Our past is behind us