March 10, 1959 [Memories of the Taste of Freedom] lyrics

Walkin' out where my soul is called

Where even stones are so mysterious

Walkin' out where the pain is born

Where the Chinese thorn

Wounds the soul of the world

Where people close to the end

Can believe in love again

Walkin' out through the ancient walls

Children's eyes, so sweet, so serious

Watchin' out for a sign of love

Victims of insane

And destructive games

Guilty of being born when

Dreams are coming to an end

The dream of the people of a magic land

Just to be free to love, to live again

The dream of the people of a mystic land

Who, who believe in love again

Leave it out in the name of love!

Tortures can't keep them quiet as you want

Crying out on the ancient walls

Prayers will fly high

You can't keep them quiet!

Bad wolf with a billion heads

Their faith is not dead

The dream of the people of a magic land

Just to be free to love, to live again

The dream of the people of a mystic land

Who, who believe in love again

Work it out

༄༅། རིང་ནས་སྙིང་དུ་བརྣག་པའི་འདོང་པའི་དོན།

ཡོངས་རྫོགས་བོད་ལྗོངས་རང་དབང་གཙང་མའི་དཔལ།

ལྷུན་འགྲུབ་ཆོས་སྲིད་ཟུང་འགྲེལ་དགའ་སྟོན་ལ།

སྤྱོད་པའི་ཤལ་བཟང་མྱུར་བ་ཉིད་དུ་འཆར།། །།

(×2):

༄༅། ལྷུན་འགྲུབ་ཆོས་སྲིད་ཟུང་འགྲེལ་དགའ་སྟོན་ལ།

སྤྱོད་པའི་ཤལ་བཟང་མྱུར་བ་ཉིད་དུ་འཆར།། །།

(×4):

Gotta work it out

Work it out