Indian winter, turn to Indian spring,
Please, can an Indian chant until the buds bloom green again'
Chant, dance, Indian.

I was supposed to know how my sweet life would go.

Indian winter, turn to Indian summer,
Can an Indian dance away the rain clouds gathering'
Rain-dance.

Now I seem to find I'm losing time and mind.

Fly, outside of time,
See the thin line between what you love and hate,
And try to realise that what you despise is lying and being lied to.

Chant, dance,
Chant, dance, chant, dance.