Burning Sand (TRAVEL)

The warm desert winds

Raise red clouds of sand

Cover my mouth to breathe

And my eyes to watch this wasteland

Don’t know what I’m looking for

I walk on burning dunes

Give me crystal water

And I’ll wet my lips

I follow a trail of footprints

I hope they’ll clear my path

I dry the drops of my sweat

And see an old wiseman

He prays kneel on a carpet

He looks inside me

He stands up quietly

And points at the sun

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

Keep on walking

I followed the gaze of the wiseman

I’m in the middle of a suq

Spices and tissues can’t satisfy my head

I must retrace my steps

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking

I walk on burning sand

I walk on burning sand

Keep on walking