In the desert this endless thirst...
Bleeding feet, bodies in dust...
Can't walk more, we are so hurt,
Life making the final effort...
On the faces many a scar.
Bruised and broken we both are.
Too difficult, there's no doubt...
Death is here, dancing about...
Death within and death without,
There is only one way out:
Together, side by side, we stand.
Walk with me, give me your hand...
And there won't be a suffering anymore.
And there will be a celebration very pure.
And it will be a carnival rather.
And by and by we'll reach together.
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