He has been born in the forbiden country,

lost in a mountainside.

They say he's the reincarnation of a God.

In the mistery of the monastery,

the lama get ready the travel.

They go to find the future young master.

Following the designs of a special oracle,

they swept the mountains

and found a kid.

Memory wise, he was able to remember

which was his rosarioum

and his bell

and even his emissary.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai.

¡Ay, Dalai!

Suddently in the sky, like a wasps' nest,

yellows flied down to the ground

and the fear that precedes  the invasion.

Like red leaves, the red stars

fell over Ihasa's Valley

to free the people of their religion.

On behalf of progress and revolution,

they burnt traditions and stepped on honour.

The King of the mountains had to scape

dressed as a beggar

and with his soul wrapped in his navel.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai.

¡Ay, Dalai!

In the absence of oil there was no friends in the sea,

they left the nation sink.

Nobel in war.

Nover in peace.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai.

Ay, Dalai Lama, Dalai Lama, Dalai.

¡Ay, Dalai!