[Klemp , Lubitzki]
What a special taste has desert sand
that seeps all through my skin
No more unreal shapes of
caravans
shall lead me to nothing
fade away
I tried to save what's left in my life
fade
away
Heaven can wait and hell
shall die
Freedom - My desire
Gratis - Not for to hire
Sandsea - I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port:
Graveyard
Burning witches of these desert lands
Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can
I will suck you out on all
your tongues
Firejuice 'til I get drunk
Patience - My desire
Gratis - Not for to hire
Sandsea - I'm a sailor
Landlord
of my port: Graveyard
Lonelyness that I fear for years
What a good state and I have it here
That's my aim and no one needs to
bury me
Wind bring me the sand
to cover my end
