Kalpataru [English translation]

Man drags his troubles

Drives his heaven to despair

Eats sparks

and crushes the black

And the misery, it does not come from our Earth

It is the mother that we assassinate

We are fragile fans

Exposed to the icy winds that reverberate.

Broken, our hearts weigh a tonne.

Never happy, never

Enough!

When into our audacity

Slides a bit of love

We will see the signs

Of better days

When into our prayers

There will be the sincere wish

Of giving rise to war no more

Immense flames will rise

Mirror of our souls, guardians of sound.

Our last tears will flow

Happy forever, happy

Liberating from life without meaning

Bringing its presence to life

Anahata, ananda, amrita

Anahata, kalpataru

Immense flames will rise

Mirror of our souls, guardians of sound.

Our last tears will flow

Happy forever, happy