Cross the line of dirty minds Walk through the flowers and colourful mountains Where you sense the odour of the sky Where you touch it with your fingers Breathe in the air that the sky gives to you Sense the smell of heavenly plants In mountain's garden made for people like us Where an artist creates his priceless pieces It will sink into blackness, it will die Take what life offers you today For tomorrow it may not be here Maybe only there we can find peace, prosperity Towards the blue mountains White like dew and blue like rain Prosperity, the passage back to life It's human hand...the kingdom before the lies Take me, let me feel When will the real kingdom come?
Cross the line of dirty minds Walk through the flowers and colourful mountains Where you sense the odour of the sky Where you touch it with your fingers Breathe in the air that the sky gives to you Sense the smell of heavenly plants In mountain's garden made for people like us Where an artist creates his priceless pieces It will sink into blackness, it will die Take what life offers you today For tomorrow it may not be here Maybe only there we can find peace, prosperity Towards the blue mountains White like dew and blue like rain Prosperity, the passage back to life It's human hand...the kingdom before the lies Take me, let me feel When will the real kingdom come?
