Breath deep in, hold the air,
I'm waiting for my shaman.
Hair is dirty, hands are soft,
Climbs the trees, looks like a god,
He comes to me, brings my medicine,
I hear him sing, he's my shaman
And he sings:
I was empty, now I'm fine,
I see him come, he takes my hand,
Guides me through the forest of the night.
The moon looks bright with my shaman.
And there it goes!
Head up, boy, walk with pride:
I'm having fun with my shaman.