I see the weather change
Wind is coming
I see him on the mountain
His hands
The sound of thunder
The great bird cuts the sky
Hiding the sun on the horizon
Awakening clouds of rain
His body transcends like a free bird
His eyes shine like-a lightning
I see the weather change
Wind is coming
I see him on the mountain
His hands
The sound of thunder
The rain purifies Indians souls
His wings create thunders
His fury scream spreads the peace
Each time you blink your eyes
Light sparks and fire