A sweet music.
The smoke drawing shapes.
In a sky of an endless magic.
Swirl, swirl. Facing the stars.
Remembering the life past.
Within the dreams of the ocean.
Where the sand and water meet.
Where the Sahara and Sea become alike.
This golden land.
Reviving a life that I cannot remember.
Shades and dance, fading away within the musicalness of the world.
This golden land of which I am from.
The realm of my wealth.
The wealth of the power of the Sahara.
Tears and laughters.
No-one can remember.
This lost life across an ocean of sand.
This lost life across a desert of water.
There is a guide somewhere.
Somewhere around this endless golden land.
There is a guide and someone.
Someone to tell our story to the world.