incense burned

his aroma sailed to the sky

which carries the scent

of the rope of my senses

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

his face turned to our ancestors

o, poet!

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

given a glorious place

like the gods

in heaven, in heaven!

in heaven, in heaven!

like the gods

given a glorious place

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

o, poet!

his face turned to our ancestors

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

of the rope of my senses

which carries the scent

his aroma sailed to sky

incense burned
incense burned

his aroma sailed to the sky

which carries the scent

of the rope of my senses

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

his face turned to our ancestors

o, poet!

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

given a glorious place

like the gods

in heaven, in heaven!

in heaven, in heaven!

like the gods

given a glorious place

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

o, poet!

his face turned to our ancestors

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

of the rope of my senses

which carries the scent

his aroma sailed to sky

incense burned
incense burned

his aroma sailed to the sky

which carries the scent

of the rope of my senses

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

his face turned to our ancestors

o, poet!

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

given a glorious place

like the gods

in heaven, in heaven!

in heaven, in heaven!

like the gods

given a glorious place

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

o, poet!

his face turned to our ancestors

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

of the rope of my senses

which carries the scent

his aroma sailed to sky

incense burned
incense burned

his aroma sailed to sky

which carries the scent

of the rope of my senses

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

his face turned to our ancestors

o, poet!

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

given a glorious place

like the gods

in heaven, in heaven!

in heaven, in heaven!

like the gods

given a glorious place

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

o, poet!

his face turned to our ancestors

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

of the rope of my senses

which carries the scent

his aroma sailed to sky

incense burned
incense burned

his aroma sailed to the sky

which carries the scent

of the rope of my senses

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

his face turned to our ancestors

o, poet!

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

given a glorious place

like the gods

in heaven, in heaven!

in heaven, in heaven!

like the gods

given a glorious place

may all your faults and sins be forgiven

o, poet!

his face turned to our ancestors

to worship God the Creator of the Universe

of the rope of my senses

which carries the scent

his aroma sailed to sky

incense burned