On this horse
I sunder through
Thick air and land of dreams
Who am I?
What am I?
But the Shaman trust in me
The remedy is running now
But we have lost our God
Can't be the one you think you are
The tribe was born
The Indian tribe was born
On the mount I'm standing tall
The clouds are coming for me
I'm on another plane
But the horse abandoned me
I returned inside myself
Tears falling down my face
Can't have much space
Can't have it all
I will die again
Can't be the one you think you are
The tribe was born
Indian tribe was born
Can't be the one you think you are
The tribe was born
Indian tribe was born
The Indian tribe was born
Born!
The Indian tribe was born!