Joined by our first nation's people, those swelling ranks of our heartsick dispossessed, these souls descend onto the devastation of Happyland and sweep up every last piece of happiness they can, for they need it.
Coa axuda dos amerindios, aquelas fileiras de homes decaídos e desposuídos, esas almas descenden ata a devastación de Felicilandia e varren ata o último anaco de felicidade, porque a precisan.