Chenoa

In the prairie she was born,
The Indian chief called her Chenoa.
The mother never imagined,
that one day she would be
the soul of the Cheyennes.
She always imagined,
defending her people, with rage and honor.
But she was a woman,
and it wasn't her job
they couldn't understand her.
Chenoa, dream again.
Chenoa, someday she will achieve her dream.
Chenoa, ray of happiness.
Someday, you will grow.
Chenoa, dream again.
Chenoa, someday she will achieve her dream.
Chenoa, ray of happiness.
One day you will grow and everyone will respect you.
You are now a woman;
and your dream, the belief in power.
Today your people are at war,
and you will defend yourself and help the village.
More than a hundred have fallen.
They come to plunder your Cheyenne village;
they are merciless Comanches
who want to kill you
now is your chance.
Chenoa, dream again.
Chenoa, someday she will achieve her dream.
Chenoa, ray of happiness.
Someday, you will grow.
Chenoa, dream again.
Chenoa, someday she will achieve her dream.
Chenoa, ray of happiness.
One day you will grow and everyone will respect you