Oryx
Raúl Morán Zafra
Sand slides like molten gold
In a yellow mirror, reflecting the sun
Endless dunes in an eternal wave
Escaping the ground drawing themselves
Meanwhile we look away
Building another dimension
With the wind landscapes change
In this land, through the eyes of the Oryx
On a mountain of dust, among fire
In this red sky, the storm is rising
Meanwhile we look away
The end of an era is approaching
Sand
Splattering
Blinding
Wild
Desert
Invading the green coast
Increasing еach day
Our dreamland
Is getting us to help
Quiеt
Barren
Empty
Desolate
A never ending way
Along thousands of miles
Searching for
Our own annihilation
Meanwhile we look away
The end of days, the end of life
And everything disappears
Now the blue planet is yellow
There aren’t any chances left
Is too late