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Golden rushes bright, a promise of a glass floor
When a shortcut is the only path and effort is forgotten
Men lavish feasts at a table no one took the trouble to lay
The water in the jug carried without breaking a sweat
And the sandcastle cannot withstand the wind that keeps on blowing
Those who live a lie forget to be someone
That is the utopia without the banquet, without the sowing
Sailing a mirage like a sea, the deepest void within the chest
That is the harvest of nothing, the seed that never took root
In this fairy tale, it was the sweat that failed
An easy life is an illusion
The Sun scorches what isn't real
At the end of the journey
Sand is the final destination
Sand is your land
That hand that never felt toil now begs alms of the wind
Lost time cannot be bought back with lament
That gleam of brass cannot quench the thirst of one who seeks gold
Abundance without effort is nothing but disgrace
The shortcut steals your strength
The path teaches you how to be
In the utopia bought, no one learns how to live
That is the utopia without the banquet, without the sowing
Sailing a mirage like a sea, the deepest void within the chest
It is the harvest of nothing, the seed that never took root
In this fairy tale, it was the sweat that failed
An easy life is an illusion
The Sun scorches what isn't real
At the end of the journey
Sand is the final destination
Thanks, Cláudio Fontenelle
The sand isn't your turf
The sand is an empty turf
Abundance without effort is nothing but sand
The Sun shows no mercy to those who don't know what it means to sweat
Sand is your land
Sand is your land
