Tusan Homichi tuvota on top of the rock there lived a hawk The great enemy of the people Day after day he killed more and more chickens And in a little while there would be no more chickens at all People were troubled they smoked and talked and prayed They knew what had to be done the hawk had to be killed Everyone knew that and the men and the women and the children All knew it but no one knew how but a little field mouse Tusan Homichi had heard about all the trouble that people were having And he felt sorry for them so he decided to kill the hawk So he came to the village chanting Hawk kills chickens, Hawk kills rabbits But the hawk wont kill Tusan Homichi! Monster hawk will surely die! Some of the people laughed they said that dirty little mouse Was crazy to even try but others began to wonder If that mouse has some great power That night when everyone went to sleep Little mouse stayed up all night long Three times he went out and looked at the stars With white clay he painted his cheeks And the right side of his forehead He put the white on his arms, chest and legs He painted the black mark across his eyes He tied shells from the ocean around his right wrist Then he sat down, and thought about his songs The next day would be the great day! Hawk kills chickens, Hawk kills rabbits But the hawk wont kill Tusan Homichi Monster hawk will surely die ------------------------------------------------- На вершине скалы жил ястреб. Злобный враг людей.
День за днём он охотился за цыплятами. И будет,пока все цыплята не исчезнут.
Люди были подавлены, Они курили,говорили, И думали. Они знали,что ястреба нужно убить. Все знали. Мужчина и женщина и дети,но не знали как.
Маленькая полевая мышь,по имени Тусан Хомичи услышал,и ему стало жаль людей. Тусан Хомичи решил убить Ястреба.
Ястреб убивал цыплят.Ястреб убивал кроликов.
Ястреб убивал цыплят.Ястреб убивал кроликов. Но ястребу не убить Тусан Хомичи. Скоро он сам умрёт.
Многие люди засмеялись,они сказали,что маленькая грязная мышь сошлла с ума.Она даже не смеет пробовать,но остальные подивились его виликой силе.
Этой ночью,когда все ушли спать,маленький мышенок стоял всю ночь напролет.Трижды он выходил,что бы смотреть на звёзды.
Белой краской он окрасил свою правую руку,грудь и бёдра.