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Sand moved by the hand of God
Shakes those worn tents
Sleeps the scared tribe of Israel
With both eyes searching the darkness.

Poor memories packed with love,
Men and goats, same fear.
Stands in the wind, Aaron the Levite,
Looks at his brother across the night.

Half freedom is nothing but slavery.
Seven times, Egypt they wounded.
But bloody rivers, snakes or sticks,
It's just a trick.

Blind men walking towards nowhere,
Now, we are talking 'bout magic.
A promised land they'll never see.
And this is faith.

Faith that guides the steps
Faith against any hope
Faith against reasons
In a promise that will be kept

Cruel Egypt seeking revenge
No way back, no more.
What a hard duty to be free,
This freezing desert all what you get.

I've seen the sand of Palestine
I've seen the Jordan
The fruits the fields, the land of Cain.
And forty years of hunger and pain.

Yes, God spoke to me, one day,
He showed the way.
But I'm a man with no certainty.
And they have only one, they've me.

Faith that guides the steps
Faith against any hope
Faith against reasons
In a promise that will be kept

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