Open the gates, let the warriors come out To fulfil the prophecy, to fulfil the vow Heal the living, mourn and bury the dead ‘Cause under the snow, a river runs red
Have you ever thought that Lhasa would burn alone? Beijing will be next... For every seed of suffering you sow A thousand you'll collect
OM MANI PADME HUM OM MANI PADME HUM The jewel is in the lotus The jewel is in your heart The jewel is in the lotus The jewel is...in your heart
Ask the sun to melt the snow, to show us the path that delay our vow Ask the moon and to every Mahatma, to show us the path of the Bodhisattva
In every heart, in every face in Tibet There is this hope for an endless sunset An everlasting spring to redeem the land Here its voice take its hand
MAYTREIA MAYTREIA Hear your children crying Watch! The land is dying Call Shamballa! Call Shamballa!
Ten thousand miles away, still my heart beats for you Who will hear your prayers? Who will look after you?
I raise my voice and I clench my fist I won't let your prayer flags drown in the “red mist”