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The years goes by

And all we really want to know

Who have stolen the Saron’s Rose

Were them Gypsies ?

Maybe the man’s faith was ceased ?

And every mistake of the world

Has fallen in their heads

Who are the guilt one ?

Who knows a smith

To make an iron rose

Who knows the Bible

To find the forgiveness

Let’s search for the forgiveness

On the sand

Walk through the world will be

Our penitence

And we’ll find the promised land

"Who knows if would it be the Spain ?"



We’ve crossed the desert

We’ve crossed the sea

We climb up the mountains

And if it’s needed ...

We’ll find the rose

We’ve suffered for the centuries

Stealing another cultures

But finally we learn that ...

The rose’s still alive in our heart

Father forgive us !!!!!!!

Something that I never knew, I never knew Please tell me !!!!

And the Gypsy could be you !!!

Oh I never knew ... And my soul is arising on the sand !!