Mahk Jchi (feat. Pura Fé)

The roots run deep the soul mother earth

Protecting people their sacred birth

Not whose first, but where you belong

Where many old spirits dance your song

Piece of paper and devils eye

For this you let my people die

To return our land, our lullabies

Through the earth, the sky will pay the price

Through the earth, the sky, our soul will rise 

 

Share the life give corn seeds to sow

These old traditions have years to grow

You have no spirit, no right, no god

You are the death from graves you rob

Piece of paper and devils eye

For this you let my people die

To return our land, our lullabies

Through the earth, the sky will pay the price

Through the earth, the sky, our soul will rise 

 

Mahk Jchi tahm booee yahm pigihdee

Mahk Jchi tahm booee khan spewah ehbi

Mahk Jchi tahm booee yahm pigihdee

Mahk Jchi tahm booee khan spewah ehbi

Mahmpi wah hoka yi nonk

Tah hond tahni kihyee tiyee

Ghee weh meh yee-tiyee

Nanka yaht yah mooniyeh wahjhiseh 

Nanka yaht yah mooniyeh wahjhiseh