Owl from Nuuksiik by Tsimka

Naʔamits qwiyatmitiis haʔin čiʔat
I heard something calling me

tikpitʔatmitsa unuƛ ʔin ƛawakḥmitsa naʔa
I got up/sat up because I wanted to hear/listen closer

hatqwispiʔatsa čumił akqs
I rolled out of my bed

ʔučkułmitʔiš hupał, sayasaʔiš hupał
there is fog in the face of the moon, the far away moon

ʔaqaq matakḥ wawaʔaqƛatsa
I wonder what this is

qwayatuk̓ ʔukqʔaḥʔa nuuk
is this how your song sounds?

Chorus (sounds)

ʔiqḥukʔaƛac̓a ʔantupkak
I was told it was black

tumaqƛ uḥʔiš qwisḥin qwac̓amisʔi
dark and different mystery/thing that I don̓t know what it is
qwac̓amisʔi – something that needs to be done

tuḥuk̓apats nukwatukʔi
I get a spooky alive feeling inside from the melody

sayačakḥšiƛs natsa maḥsa qwikʔiitq hiintšiƛ
I head further up because I want to see what is coming

qwayatuk̓ ʔukqʔaḥʔa nuuk?
Is this how your song sounds?

čuu ʔahʔaʔałs ʔuʔumḥi nacičiƛqus qwis witas itq
OK, I̓̓m ready to see what will happen

• Electronic
• Nuuchahnulth
• beats
• indigenous
• neo-traditional
• Vancouver