Onto the long ranges of Himalaya,
I can see a bunch of prayer flags
Hanging from the top of one range to another;
... Flapping and trying to make a call
To unify the people of Snowland.
Far away from those beautiful ranges,
I can see the palace of Songtsen
Standing proudly at the center of forbidden city
As if it's looking for his lost fellows
Or giving us a call to come back to Tibet.
In front of the great potala palace,
I can see my brothers and sisters
Reciting 'MANI' with a rosary in their hand
And an immortal hope in their heart
That we brothers in exile will do something...!
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