Our wars and prayers chants look alike
So much sometimes, it seems
Like the wind pushed them
Those strange chants, those haunting dreams
Stronger than any legend
Resisted
To weapons, mens, violent souls
Oh God mix into my veins
My blood, the Cheyenne one
May we forever remember
Five centuries, we're still the same
The blue coats here, worthy as s Custer
Emptied too much their bandolier
Watering our furrows with sorrow
The wounds never healing
Let time to the gangrene
And with its germs
The whole armorican bitterness
Oh God mix into my veins
My blood, the Cheyenne one
May we forever remember
Five centuries, we're still the same
Red 'n' black, american style
Tinted with european shame
Greatness of the pale faces
The indignity is on a human scale
The hurting whip, the weight of the chains
Are engraved
With the pride of being an indigenous
Oh God mix into my veins
My blood, the Cheyenne one
May we forever remember
Five centuries, we're still the same
Oh God mix into my veins
My blood, the Cheyenne one
May we forever remember
Five centuries, we're still the same