The moon shines on yellow sand
Wine in the glass is slightly cold
Darkness light it's a lamp to hurt
Blackness shows the secret of nature
In the presence of deep darkness
A man appeared with golden woven cloth
Also in gorgeous African native attire
Dancing barefoot on grasses
Beautiful groaning shows in shadow
Singing the song of horrible love
Smiling and sweating continue
His soul full of dilemma
Suffering like a blind sparrow
Drifting at the dark time
Waiting for the sun and the moon
To be together then the sky turns red.
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