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Enji-Anishinaabemong
Where Anishinaabemowin is spoken

Enji-manjimendiming
Where there is remembering

Enji-gikendaasong
A place of knowing

Enji-zaagi'iding
A place of love

enendamowinan zhaabobideg ode'ng
ideas run through hearts

bwajigewinan waasa izhaamigadon
dreams go far

anamewinan niimiwinon dibishko mewenzha
prayers dance like long ago

kina bimaadizijig miinwa wesii'ig owaabandaanaawaa bidaasigemigog
all the people and animals see it, the light coming

Nisawayi'iing misko-biidaabang idash ni misko-pangishimag
Between the red dawn and the red sunset

Nisawayi'iing giizis idash ni niibaadibikad'giizis
Between the sun (or the month) and the full moom (time passing)

Nisawayi'iing manidoog idash wiindigoog
Between the spirits we love and the ones who devour

Nisawayi'iing awang idash ankwadong mii ji-mikaman gdo'ojichaakam
Between the fog and the clouds you can find your soul