I walk in the Kalahari desert,
I am alone - the last of all men,
here is my searching measure,
where can I go then?
I am not a Sadducee, you know,
I am a Pharisee from my head to my toe,
my soul is my black crow,
eating my heart in the sentimento.
The nickel of the alien's sun rolls down,
Faith turns to the primitive sand,
Kalahari! - I am tired to fight, -
God is unattainably high!!!
God is unattainably high!!!
A voice is heard in the Kalahari -
Look at the tax collector, son!
I walk in the Kalahari desert
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