Текст песни The Syters - Buried In The Dunes

To survive in the desert!
Hot sun burns his lips.
The vultures are inside pilgrim's brain.
They are pecking again and again!...
Being in search of something unknown,
He has left his home. He is walking alone
Through the dark to alluring light
Far away to the other side!

Somewhere in the sands of dying moons
There is an existence box
Buried in the dunes...

Oh life makes no sense!
Life has no value
Without a power of dreaming!
Does not it bother you?

An oasis of cool green
Has appeared in his mind. The shine
Of treasure, he has never seen,
Is leading him to something divine.
Well, in the heart of sacred spring
He has found the clue to the netherworld
And paradise laws.
He is in possession of the truth!
This holy truth is that you can make all your dreams come true...

Relax! It's impossible, you know...
Are you serious? Bullshit...
Oh, dude! You just can't! Face this fact and get over it...
Hahahaha...Never mind! This is a really bad idea...Foget it!
Try to dream of something else...of something a bit more realistic!...

Somewhere in the sands of dying moons
There is an existence box
Buried in the dunes…