On ira [English translation]

We will go listen to Harlem at the corner in Manhattan

We will go turn red the tea in the souks of Amman

We will go swimming in the riverbed of Sengal

And we will see Bombay burn on a fire of Bengal

We will go scrape the sky underneath Kyoto

We will go feel Rio beat in the heart of Janeiro

We will raise our eyes to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel

And we will raise our glasses in the Café Pushkin

Oh how lucky we are

For the thousand colors of humanity

A mixture of our differences

At the crossroads of destiny

You are the stars we are the universe

You are a grain of sand we are the desert

You are a thousand pages and me, I am the quill

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

You are the horizon and we are the sea

You are the seasons and we are the earth

You are the shore and I am the sea foam

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

We will say that the poets do not have flags

We will make holidays when we have heroes

We will know that children are the guardians of the soul

And that every woman is a queen

We will say meeting people makes the most beautiful journeys

We will see that we only deserve what we share

We will hear singing of the music of other places

We will know to give the best of ourselves

Oh how lucky we are

For the thousand colors of humanity

A mixture of our differences

At the crossroads of destiny

You are the stars we are the universe

You are a grain of sand we are the desert

You are a thousand phrases and me, I am the quill

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

You are the horizon and we are the sea

You are the seasons and we are the earth

You are the shore and I am the sea foam

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

You are the stars we are the universe

You are a grain of sand we are the desert

You are a thousand phrases and me, I am the quill

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

You are the horizon and we are the sea

You are the seasons and we are the earth

You are the shore and I am the sea foam

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh