Hot of the hell, no shadows The sand and stone, the petite dust The dry out landscape a sand dunes A silent and untiring killer A marble mountain is bury of sand Sometimes oasis – little paradise A chameleon is in a hurry to shadow So as scorpion incorruptible cannibal
A flood of sweat flowing down over body E few drops of water remaining in the pack A camel kneeling down of tiredness And a bleary eyes gape at heaven A death arrivaling – a last spasms A carcass of animal lies at desert A sand makes a move, so when he flowing And carrions running to food
A gigantic thirst torturing your body You must go on over your legs A death wave to greetings in hells oven A fatal mistake – travel alone A blue peoples fro the Tuareg clan They watching your hopeless fight from the hiding place They will wait with pleasure of soon the end You are only next source for themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
