Sands of the Soul

Lyrics

[((Intro : Basse lourde et ronde, guitare en contretemps reggae, entrée des cuivres chaleureux))] ​[((Couplet 1 - Voix lead style Marley, habitée et sincère))] Barren land beneath the morning sun, Where from the first step, the struggle has begun. Dry plains where the rain never falls, Empty spaces where no life calls. Sahara, my island with no stream, My ocean of sand, like a broken dream, Cold in the night, so vast and deep, Who will remain when we fall asleep? ​[((Refrain - Le lead chante avec ferveur, soutenu par les chœurs féminins sur chaque fin de ligne))] To feel the sand drifting through my hands, (through my hands) To find your secrets and walk your lands, (walk your lands) Moving to the rhythm of the desert breeze, On the soil of my fathers, my soul's at ease. ​[((Couplet 2 - Le groove de la basse s'intensifie))] Burning sun laughing high in the sky, While the heavy sands watch the days go by. Untamed and wild like a stallion on the run, I dream to ride until the day is done. To find my shelter where the palm trees grow, To drink from the springs where the waters flow, Holding onto your breath, forgetting the pain, Tasting your secrets, free from the chain. ​[Refrain - Lead et chœurs en parfaite harmonie] To feel the sand drifting through my hands, (through my hands) To find your secrets and walk your lands, (walk your lands) Moving to the rhythm of the desert breeze, On the soil of my fathers, my soul's at ease. ​[((Pont - Ambiance plus spirituelle, orgue et basse en avant))] Ocean of fire, horizon with no end, You bend the time, every corner and bend. The sorrow will knock right on our door If we forget what our people stood for, When we are nothing but shadows in the light, Lost with no compass in the burning bright. ​[((Solo - Guitare roots épurée, mêlée à une ligne de basse chaloupée et cuivres))] ​[((Transition - Voix douce et vibrante, la musique se fait plus légère))] Through every trial we had to go through, We must rise again, and be born anew. ​[Refrain - Énergie maximale, ad-libs du chanteur, chœurs puissants] To feel the sand drifting through my hands, To find your secrets and walk your lands, Moving to the rhythm of the desert breeze, On the soil of my fathers, my soul's at ease. ​[((Outro - Déclin en fondu, improvisation vocale soft, la basse s'éteint doucement))] Sahara... My ocean of sand, Land of our ancestors, Free, naturally...