Kusumam One O'eight
I hear loud scream
From a roof of the world
Tear drops are raining down
Fall into the palms and continue to the golden ground
Where everybody come and end
Like a Phoenix arise from dust again
It´s 108th return of a spotless soul today
It´s 108th touch of harmony for today
It´s 108th plain error nowadays
From the roof of the world
Rain falls down, fine and cool
And you can feel it totally
But can´t recognize
Our lord crying over us
His sorrow is present, medicine even
And mirror for us
Our long, endless way