Jesahel

In her eyes there is life, there is love
In her body there is the fever of pain
She is following a walking light
Slowly many people are approaching.

Jesahel
Jesahel
Jesahel
Jesahel

A thousand faces like sand in the desert
A thousand voices like waves in the open sea
The third road is skimming the skyscrapers
The fifth road is turning towards the sun.

Jesahel
Jesahel
Jesahel
Jesahel

Free yourself from the cement and the lights
The silence in the hands and in the voices.

Jesahel
Jesahel
Jesahel
Jesahel