FESTIVAL (festival of life is funeral of death)

The world is an hardship,

 Sailing on a river of blood

With no bank in sight

 For a life of turbulent strife.

The world is a sailing hardship,

 Find we a lifeboat;

As deathly billows roll to overthrow

 Like millstone sinking below 

Yet we could dance all along_ 

 To the drumming storm;

Only In the harmonious lifelong love song

 Of every life band love bird.

Then and only when the religious dove, 

 The pigeon of culture, the political vulture,

The malicious hawk, all fly together 

 To rescue the drowning chick of the helpless hen.

Let the wise owl look not down

 On high-note of the foolish parrot.

As the raven find save haven

 On the eagle's wings. 

Let the cockerel humble the peacock_

 As we all join in the orchestration

Of a brand new song,

 At the break of a new dawn.

Singing a new song with this lyrics:

 Let's build we out of this hardship, 

A faithful relationship! A true friendship!

 To ever sync and never sink.

Let the anchor of one accord_

 Hold us in the concord of one heart bond.

Leaving our differences aside inside oblivion,

 To stand as one divided by none.

The world is a dusty road

 For your people and my people

The world is a dusty road

 For our people and their people.

My people are not your people

Our people are not their people

Is a footnote crookedly wrinkled

 On the map of a blind cripple.

Oh! Where do we go from here?

 On the map of that blind cripple;

Who led us from somewhere to nowhere,

 With a footnote crookedly wrinkled.

 

You said to yourself: 

"He is not my fellow tribesmen"

We said to ourselves: 

"They're not our fellow religious men"

Before you was a religious man, 

 You was my fellow tribe man!

Before we were fellow tribesmen, 

 We are fellow men!

Why not leave our troubles behind, 

 To follow peace with all men.

Why not leave our differences aside

 To follow undivided oneness

Let mankind stand as one kind,

 Or fall for all kind.

Stand for one kind of truth,

 Or fall for all kind of lies.

Either stand for something,

 Or fall for nothing.

To stand for many things;

 Is to fall for anything.

The world is a rocky road:

 Why not gather the sticks and stones,

We to ourselves have thrown;

 As we not build one stronghold household

Not easily broken cord of threefold. 

 From the firm foundation of love,

To affirm the walls of peace,

 And confirm the rooftop of unity.

Now, look through your soul window pane;

 To hear the smiling sun tell the tearful rain:

Announce the funeral of death,

 While I pronounce the festival of life.