There she goes,
Outshine the Sun and the Sky,
Daughter of the Indian Chief.
Taking away my happiness, my lust and my wallet too.
The serene dreams of my night-time.

There she flies, like a lightning butterfly,
Graceful like the call of singing whales.
There she goes and here I stay.
I bear a new name.
Outgrey the Clouds and the Thundering Storm.