Engene, Engene, number seven,
All together feels like heaven.

Members, fans — one cosmic line,
Hearts on fire, all divine.

Unique bond in every song,
Music keeps us ever strong.

Polylife, the perfect flames,
Millions echo the same names.

Engene, Engene, hear the rule:
Love’s equation — not a school.

We are chosen, bright and full,
Forever bound as polycule.