My sight shall reach past the ruthless dunes A solitary raven as my sole mate Whose intentions towards me I allow myself to doubt (As everyone here is by their own)
Small unfortunate seeds champion Against an unwilling stormy climate Where venomous predators luxuriate I therefore brace myself While I have my last sip
I’ve been on many traveling caravans With experienced and spirited folks We kept our eyes vigilant For danger preys each turn (I can’t afford to let them down)
I am now one in this vast wasteland My leather boots burn my weary feet Meditating my next crucial move Disdaining the liquid salt on my eyebrows (My intentions will prevail)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
