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The harbors was left behind

Many moons ago

And no traces were left on the shoreless glassy sands.

Thousands, thousands, thousands dawns

And thousands of sunsets

Desert ship furrows dunes of empty lands

And winds of time blow without mercy,

Dry tears in my weary eyes

Winds of time blow without mercy,

Over the seas of sands under the saffron skies.

I hear the chime of golden jewels

In voiceless singing of the stars,

When mirages fade on the horizon

Oh, I've seen their cruel dance!

In [the] sizzling laughter of endless sandstorms

My lonely ship is breaking down

And the echoes of old songs get another sense

But winds of time blow without mercy,

Dry tears in my weary eyes

Winds of time blow without mercy,

Over the seas of sands under the saffron skies.

Now I hear your gentle whisper

Wafting from the distant years

And the memories overflow me, like a stormy ocean's waves

But it's just a game of worried images

In the great mirror of sands

The one I was before disappeared forever, in the silence of the desert bays

'Cause winds of time blow without mercy,

And dry tears in my weary eyes

Winds of time blow without mercy,

Over the seas of sands under the saffron skies.