Verse1 Smiling children chased the monsoon rain
Adults busy with duty, not with pain
Doors unlocked, no sirens in the night
Only Church bells and morning light
Chorus
Longing for the old good times, once more
Before Tehran burned, before Imphal turned
Myanmar to Gaza, Syria cried, Iraq, Afghanistan, Lebanon sighed
Let the old good times rise ,once more
Verse2 Then fire tore the sky above Litan
Smile traded for the empty room
Prayers replaced the laughter in the lane
And the silence learned to speak our pain
Repeat chorus:
Verse3 Through the smoke of guns, the burnt
House ashes
Through the terrifying eyes of children
Still a thread of song survive the fire
Sinākeithei mist will lift again
Bridge: still the wind hums the old songs low
Where paddy fields and fig trees grow
From Sinākeithei mist to Thoyee hill
May the night end, and bring back bright light.
Repeat final chorus...