In the land of Mandalas, adults dance Seven colors shine through a prism If the big priest steps on the desert Worm like things will fly into the sky like flour How to play at chipping away your body The smiling mummy will tell you lu la la la la ya ya ya ha In the land of Mandalas, children will play With a strange dance, they’ll fly into the sky On the mountain unseen by the adults of the desert Those small bodies cut away little by little The dead smile and the children laugh Those that exist and don’t dance together lu la la la ya ya ya