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?