ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Walk softly through the
desert sands
Careful where you tread
Underfoot are the visions lost
Sleeping not yet dead
Hang on - Winds starting to howl
Hang on - The beast is on the prowl
Hang on - Can you hear the
strange cry
Winds of change are blowing by
Mountains crumble and cities fall
Don't come to an end
Just lie scattered on the
desert floor
Waiting for the wind
