Shaman, guardian of the ancestors and of time, Your drum resounds like a beating heart. Fly with the eagle, dance with the wolves, Heal our memories, soothe our anger. Shaman, breathe spirit upon the sleeping earth. She burns the sage, invokes the four points, The secrets of the earth burn in her hands. She sees the journey far beyond the body, Where life intertwines with death. Her song is a bridge, a boreal trance, An ancient prayer, a vegetal echo. The spirit of the Great Bear rises in the smoke, The vision brightens, the soul is set free. Through the voice of the water and the cry of the falcon, It finds its way back to the holy path for us. The fire dies gently beneath the starry vault, She remains standing, peace restored. Shaman... The earth still sings... The fire dies gently beneath the starry vault, She remains standing, peace restored. Shaman... The earth still sings...
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