Sand Storm Lyrics

I feel grains hitting my skin
Like those of sand
Small stings contuse my naked body
I’m in a silent desert
Covering an entire city
Desolation from the past

Wind rises up
And blows louder
Here and there, tornados appear
Ascending to the sky
Deep clouds threaten to crush me
Lightning bolts spread into them
Rain falls loudly on me
A rain made of sand
That the furious storm propagates
With a random violence

I’m here and cannot move
Going through this chaotic scene
An expression of fury
Far from reality

The sand looks so real
The wind seems so fast
Clouds are darkening everything
It might be impossible to be a painting!

However the painter
Has managed to represent
A nature out of control
Life under each brushstroke
I’m trapped in this sand storm

How can a man transfigure
Such realistic feelings
Into a painting?
Like the suffering of existence passing on

Erosion of soul, denial of self
The impossibility of staying pure
The throes of a dreadful yet certain degradation
Metaphor of my downhearted path