Do it in-spite, do it by hand,
Turn over the world, knock over the sky.
In each outline, in each draft,
The teacher lives on in his disciple.
All my life I sink to the bottom,
All my life I was looking for love,
To love the only one.
They said we can't be saved anymore and can't be cured anymore.
I don’t care because our children will be better than we are.
Better than we are... better than we are...
When I am gone - I will sing on through the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading places,
That's the law of Samsara - (it's a) cycle of people.
Oh, mama…
When I am gone - I will sing on though the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading places,
That's the law of Samsara, (it's a) cycle of people.
Oh, mama…
We can’t be erased, we live in-spite,
We may not have luck, but we'll take what's ours.
This sky instead of a stage, everything here's upside down.
And these stars in the dark - is the flashlight that you turned on.
A thousand of me came before me, and will be after me,
A thousand of me and in thousands of not me's, there are a thousand of me.
We are broken into pieces again, we can’t be fixed.
But I don’t care, because our children will be better than we are.
Better than we are... better than we are...
When I am gone - I will sing on through the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading in places,
That's the law of Samsara, a cycle of people.
Oh, mama…
When I am gone - I will sing on though the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading places,
That's the law of Samsara, a cycle of people.
Oh, mama…
When I am gone - I will sing on though the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading places,
That's the law of Samsara, a cycle of people.
Oh, mama…
When I am gone - I will sing with the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading places,
That's the law of Samsara, a cycle of people.
Oh, mama…
When I am gone - I will sing with the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're simply trading places,
That's the law of Samsara, a cycle of people.
Oh, mama…