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1998 · album
Nova Generacia - The Caravan of Souls lyrics
Artist: Nova Generacia
album: Forever
In the desert heated of fates of sand
In golden coffins, crowds of dead days fly
The Arabs touch themselves with touchy hands
At the dry horizon, sadly kiss each other
The caravan of souls
As a color female shall
Touch it with a cigarette
You'll make a hole of cries
Smile in a side manner
Because you're still outside
When you enter there, your dream will end
♪
In the desert heated of fates of sand
In golden coffins, crowds of dead days fly
The Arabs touch themselves with touchy hands
At the dry horizon, sadly kiss each other
The caravan of souls
As a color female shall
Touch it with a cigarette
You'll make a hole of cries
Smile in a side manner
Because you're still outside
When you enter there, your dream will end
♪
The caravan of souls
As a color female shall
Touch it with a cigarette
You'll make a hole of cries
Smile in a side manner
Because you're still outside
When you enter there, your dream will end
In golden coffins, crowds of dead days fly
The Arabs touch themselves with touchy hands
At the dry horizon, sadly kiss each other
The caravan of souls
As a color female shall
Touch it with a cigarette
You'll make a hole of cries
Smile in a side manner
Because you're still outside
When you enter there, your dream will end
♪
In the desert heated of fates of sand
In golden coffins, crowds of dead days fly
The Arabs touch themselves with touchy hands
At the dry horizon, sadly kiss each other
The caravan of souls
As a color female shall
Touch it with a cigarette
You'll make a hole of cries
Smile in a side manner
Because you're still outside
When you enter there, your dream will end
♪
The caravan of souls
As a color female shall
Touch it with a cigarette
You'll make a hole of cries
Smile in a side manner
Because you're still outside
When you enter there, your dream will end
