Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Sand, исполнителя - Op8Дата выпуска: 24.02.1997
Язык песни: Английский
Sand |
| Young woman, share your fire with me |
| My heart is cold, my soul is free |
| I am a stranger in your land |
| A wandering man, call me sand |
| Oh sir, my fire is very small |
| It will not warm thy heart at all |
| But thee may take me by the hand |
| Hold me, and I’ll call thee sand |
| Young woman, share your fire with me |
| My heart is cold, my soul is free |
| I am a stranger in your land |
| Wandering, call me sand |
| At night when stars light up my sky |
| Oh sir, I dream my fire is high |
| Oh, taste these lips sir if you can |
| Wandering man, I’ll call thee sand |
| Oh sir, my fire is burning high |
| If thee should stop sir, I would die |
| The shooting star has crossed my land |
| Wandering man, she whispered… Sand (sand) |
| Young woman shared her fire with me |
| Now warms herself with memories |
| I was a stranger in her land |
| A wandering man, she called me sand |
| He was a stranger in my land |
| A wandering man |
| She called me |
| Sand |