In the blood-red corridors of power Will a gentle lama ever walk? In the heartless temples of the state Will a gentle lama ever talk?
Chances are nothing will ever change Far too many jobs would be at stake Secret armies watch us day and night Far too few sitting for Buddha's sake
Ah! But all's illusion, we are one Life is but a dream, no birth, no death We will contemplate the evernow Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)
May our merit as we meditate Shine a light on all who cannot see Dedicate our work, it is our fate To know what we are in reality
Ah! But all's illusion, we are one Life is but a dream, no birth, no death We who contemplate the evernow Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)
In the blood-red corridors of power Will a gentle lama ever walk? In the heartless temples of the state Will a gentle lama ever talk?
Ah! But all's illusion, we are one Life is but a dream, no birth, no death We will contemplate the evernow Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
