SONG OF THE SAND (POR SU ATENCION GRACIAS, 2009 - OVEJA NEGRA)

This is the song of the sand
these are the holes in my hands
In other times when i was young
I was the king
she was my thorn
but now I’m gone
far from my home
this is the song of the sand
this is my food and my land
and now I’m old
my time has come
I never was
who I think they want
But now I speak beneath their ears
and I can see when you’re asleep
This is the song of the sand
these are the holes in my hands
& i can see when you’re asleep
& I can sleep under your sheets
& I can breath under your feet.

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