We'll go listen to Harlem on a Manhattan corner
We'll go redden the tea in the souks of Amman
We'll go swim in the bed of the Senegal River
And we'll see Bombay burn under a Bengal fire
We'll go scratch the sky beneath Kyoto
We'll go feel Rio beat at the heart of Janeiro
We'll raise our eyes to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
And we'll raise our glasses in the Pushkin Café
How beautiful our luck is
In the thousand colors of humankind
Blended by our differences
At the crossroads of destinies
You're the stars, we're the universe
You're a grain of sand, we're the desert
You're a thousand pages and I'm the quill
You're the horizon and we're the sea
You're the seasons and we're the earth
You're the shore and I'm the foam
We'll say that poets have no flags
We'll make festival days for every hero we have
We'll know that children are the guardians of the soul
And there are as many queens as there are women
We'll say that encounters make the most beautiful journeys
We'll see that we deserve only what we share
We'll hear music from elsewhere sing
And we'll know how to give what we have that's best
How beautiful our luck is
In the thousand colors of humankind
Blended by our differences
At the crossroads of destinies
You're the stars, we're the universe
You're a grain of sand, we're the desert
You're a thousand pages and I'm the quill
You're the horizon and we're the sea
You're the seasons and we're the earth
You're the shore and I'm the foam
You're the stars, we're the universe
You're a grain of sand, we're the desert
You're a thousand pages and I'm the quill
You're the horizon and we're the sea
You're the seasons and we're the earth
You're the shore and I'm the foam