We are the stars which sing
We sing with our light;
We are the birds of fire,
We fly over the sky.
Our light is a voice;
We make a road for the spirit to pass over
(algonquian indian)
We are like the wind,
Wrapped, luminous wind,
We make a road for the spirits to pass over.
For the Spirits to pass over.
Outo, ba mwen son ou,e,
Outo, ba mwen son ou,e,
Tanbouye, o ba mwen son ou,
Soley leve.
Outo, give me your sound,
Outo, give me your sound,
Drummer, give me your sound,
The sun rises.