[Verse 1] Rising sun on sacred land, Wí shines on my hand. The wind it speaks, the drums they play, I hear the voices of my Lakȟóta tȟuŋkášila say: [Chorus] Hoka Hey! – we ride the storm, With heart so wild, with spirits warm. Mitákuye Oyás’iŋ, we are one, Under the moon, beneath the sun. [Verse 2] The eagle flies, the wolf will run, We carry strength from everyone. In every tree, in every stone, The Earth says, “You are not alone.” [Chorus] Hoka Hey! – the battle’s near, But we hold love, not only fear. Mitákuye Oyás’iŋ, hear the cry, We walk with honor, we do not die.
