We Yakkha have forgotten our history
We are not conscious any more
Although we are alive, we are buried in the ground
For some reason, we have hidden our traditions
We have to dig for the forgotten things, now
That is the way we have to follow
When the stars disappear, it will get bright
When we stick together, things will turn out well
The bamboo shelf hangs above the oven
Let us dance together to the sound of the drums in the yard