Kichwa: Taktlinge – Mdundo wa Moyo wa Dunia (Taktlinge – Der Herzrhythmus der Welt) [Utangulizi – taratibu, wa siri] Mwanzoni kulikuwa na mpigo, mpigo wa moyo, pumzi ya uhai. Kutoka kwenye mwanga na sauti, walizaliwa wasafiri wa mdundo. Walitembea duniani, wakisikiliza nyimbo za watu. Walitafuta si jibu moja, bali mapigo mengi ya moyo mmoja. [Ubeti] Waliona ngoma za Afrika, zilizozungumza kwa sauti nyingi. Walifuata upepo wa bahari, walijifunza lugha za midundo. India ikawafundisha muda, Bali umoja wa sauti, Japani nguvu ya mpigo mmoja, Australia pumzi ya dunia. [Kiitikio] Cheza nasi, moyo wa dunia, sauti zote ziwe pamoja. Kila hatua, kila pumzi, ni sehemu ya wimbo huu mkubwa. Sisi ni Taktlinge, watoto wa mdundo, tumezaliwa kwenye sauti hai. Tunasikia moyo wa dunia, na tunacheza kwa furaha. [Daraja] Walijiuliza: Mdundo mkubwa zaidi uko wapi? Katika ngoma yenye nguvu? Katika wimbo mzuri? Katika dansi ya ajabu? Hapana. Uko ndani yetu. Katika moyo. Katika pumzi. Katika kuwa pamoja. [Kiitikio cha mwisho] Cheza nasi, moyo wa dunia, dunia yote ianze kuimba. Tofauti zote ziwe uzuri, midundo yote iwe moja. Kutoka Afrika hadi mbali, kutoka bahari hadi milima, Taktlinge watacheza milele, kwa sababu maisha yote yana mdundo. ——— English translation: Taktlinge – The Heartbeat of the World [Introduction – slow, mysterious] In the beginning there was a beat, the beat of the heart, the breath of life. From light and sound, the travelers of rhythm were born. They walked across the world, listening to the songs of its people. They were searching not for one single answer, but for many beats of one heart. [Verse] They saw the drums of Africa, speaking with many voices. They followed the wind across the ocean, they learned the language of rhythms. India taught them time, Bali the unity of sound, Japan the power of a single beat, Australia the breath of the Earth. [Chorus] Dance with us, heartbeat of the world, let all voices come together. Every step, every breath, is part of this great song. We are the Taktlinge, children of rhythm, born from living sound. We can hear the heartbeat of the world, and we dance with joy. [Bridge] They asked themselves: Where is the greatest rhythm? In the powerful drumbeat? In a beautiful song? In a wondrous dance? No. It is within us. In the heart. In the breath. In being together. [Final Chorus] Dance with us, heartbeat of the world, let the whole world begin to sing. Let all differences become beauty, let all rhythms become one. From Africa to distant lands, from the oceans to the mountains, the Taktlinge will dance forever, because all of life has a rhythm.
