Walking through the night, he just waits for his time His camel holds the water and he needs nothing else at all With his life in a pocket Leading a ride that’s full of sand, he's taking off the sweat with his hand His soul's floating on air with a feeling of praying
Two weeks later he still keeps on walking His mind has flown away Only the stars are standing on the way He feels cold, sweat, weak, tired, sick of them...
Mistaking his shadow with another man he had truly believed that he would go to hell Mellow sounds disturb him on the road He’s hiding in his own warm night and his dark clothes under the sun
As they didn't believe him, he had to leave Together with his camel having each other to the bitter end
Mistaking his shadow with another man he had truly believed that he would go to hell Mellow sounds disturb him on the road He’s hiding in his own warm night and his dark clothes under the sun