Where’s father makawee?
I hope not defeated
I walk under the sun
I’m looking for him, while the eagles scream
I follow my passion, because I need to know: Where is makawee?
Where’s my precious, my untouchable, my guide, my cherokee
The reflection of the sun
Shows what I’ve become
A brave heart I see
You knew and repeated, my son you'll raise from the hills;
And on the top of the hill
I saw him in my skin