Cheyenne [English translation]

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

• Artist:Soldat Louis
• Album:En vrai 2 vrai