turning around
In the desert land
I hide my piece of ice in my hand
My eyes are melting and my view blurs
And the air boils without move
In the sea of sand
I try to keep my piece of life alive
And you're not here
To breathe on me
Turning around
In a desert land I hold a burning stone in my hand
I try not to blink
Soft silver cubes
Melodic dune-moves
Change the look of mute land
I try to keep my piece of life alive
And you are not here
To breathe on me
Turning around
I'm just turning around
Calling the wind to blow
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