Like a shadow, like a dream
The man who comes from the earth
Returns to it in the end
He earns well
His bread painfully

It's a vase that breaks
It's a grass that dries
It's a flower that wilts
Like a shadow, a breeze
He evaporates
Quickly like a cloud
Loses the north
In the middle of the journey

He falls like the wind
Rises like dust
Then finally disappears
Like a shadow, like a dream

The man who comes
He has given himself trouble
To give himself good
He has given himself trouble
He has given himself plenty

Lying on the golden surface of desire
With the same gripping gaze
The grain of sand from the dune
And the moon
Appearing in the nascent evening

Lying on the flat surface of the desert
With the same embracing gaze
The grain of sand from the dune, hey, the moon
The man who comes
Is aware of nothing

At every meal, he will eat the sun
At every meal, he will eat the sun
At every meal, he will eat the sun
At every meal, he will eat the sun

At every meal, he will eat the sun
At every meal, he will eat the sun
Nothing but fire
Nothing but fire
Nothing but fire
Nothing but fire

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