3 acessos
Sand
He covered my toys
He did not need a storm
Then came
With the wind
The wind of age
Sand
He covered my forte apache
Passed
A head of time
Needed no secrets
Brought
By thought
Showed that it was true.
A boy grows up so suddenly
Becomes man
From one day to another
There are things that no one understands
A child leaves his toys.
Whichever
When the wind arrives
The wind of love
It now remains
Imagine where it comes from
Sand
The sands of time
It does not come out
It comes from within
It comes from within
Sand
Sand
Sands of time.
A boy grows up so suddenly
Becomes man
From one day to another
There are things that no one understands
A child leaves his toys.
Whichever
When the wind arrives
The wind of love