Above the world where the eagles fly,
On a winding road that touches the sky.
Sajek awakens in a blanket of white,
After the stars have faded from sight.
The peaks of the hills are like islands of green,
In a misty ocean that has to be seen.
A sea of clouds at the break of the day,
Chasing the worries of the city away.
From Ruilui village to Konglak's height,
The world is bathed in a magical light.
The bamboo houses and the mountain breeze,
Whispering secrets through the tropical trees.
No towers of glass and no smoke of the car,
Just the glow of the moon and a lonely star.
The orange sun dips in a valley of gold,
A story of silence that's yet to be told.
The rhythmic beat of a tribal drum,
As the shadows of evening quietly come.
The scent of the woodfire, the chill in the air,
A sense of belonging is everywhere.
It's the roof of the nation, a heavenly trace,
A kingdom of clouds in a sun-kissed place.
Where the heart finds a rhythm, steady and true,
In the emerald depths and the mountain blue.