The sand, the grains - a symbol of time 
The sea, the waves - a song with a rhyme 
desert wind 

Time - shattering the images above and healing wounds 
desert wind, a frying sun 
holy war handled by an angry gun 
The night, the moon, the sky, the stars above us 
The day, the sun, burning the mysterious thoughts 
Inspiring an artist 

Did you ever think, did you ever know, did you ever feel 
That I was last to go? 
Waiting at the gallows pole 
There's a time when our dreams should be fulfilled 

The screen of rays full of mist 
little child grown by the loving priest 

There's a time when our dreams should be fulfilled 
The day [bad word] back from the landmine field 
Distorted figure covered in black 
Another soul is hidden away from you 
Well what's the point? 

The sand, the grains - a symbol of time 
Well what's the point 
If your ego is based on your success? 
So the story goes on like a game of chess