SONS OF LABRADOR (INNUGIAMIK LABRADORIMI)
SONS OF LABRADOR – By Sid Decker
To be a part of this great land,
Should be the pride of any man,
To know that we were born on these great shores;
So listen while I tell,
And it makes my old heart swell,
I'm proud to be a son of Labrador.
Chorus: Its rugged mountains rise above the oceans,
Where polar bears and seals are to be found;
Its sparkling rivers flow through mountain valleys,
Where the caribou and wolf and fox abound.
I love to hear the call,
Of the geese in the early fall,
And see the black bear roaming by the shore;
And hunt the arctic hare,
Or fish the arctic char,
There's no place on this earth like Labrador.
There's not much more to say,
But I know we're here to stay,
To live and hunt and trap on this great land;
But most of all to me,
Is to have the liberty,
To be a son of Northern Labrador.
Singable Inuktitut translation:
I-li-nga-gia-Ka-mut nu-nat-sia-mut
pi-gi-ju-gin-na-tla-puk ki-na-tuin-na-mut
Kau-ji-mal-lu-ta i-no-li-si-ma-gat-ta nu-nat-sia-mi
Nâ-la-lau-git u-Kâ-la-ti-lu-nga pi-ju-ge-tla-pu-nga
In-niu-gia-mik Lâ-ba-dur-ri-mi
Kor: Kak-Ka-sua-ngit pot-tu-jut i-map-piup sa-nia-ni Na-nuit,
pui-je-lu i-ni-gi-jâ-ngin-ni
kop-sua-ngit kop-tla-pot nu-nat-sua-mi
Tut-tuit, a-ma-guit, ti-gi-gan-nia-lu nu-na-ngin-ni
Tu-san-ni-gi-tla-tak-ka nil-let nil-lia-ma-ta
Ta-ku-lu-ta-lu a-tla-nik sit-ja-mi
I-Ka-lun-nia-lu-ta-lu u-ka-lin-nia-lu-ta-lu
At-ji-Ka-ngi-lak Lâ-ba-dur-ri si-lak-sua-mi
Kor: