Kashmir

Kashmir - Dalbani/Krister/Alejandro Seoane

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face

Stars to fill my dreams

I am a traveler of both time and space

To be where I have been

Secret elders of the gentle race

This world is seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait

All will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

Whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate

The story was quite clear

Woah

Woah

All I see turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land