Sahara

Hot of the hell, no shadows

The sand and stone, the petite dust

The dry out landscape a sand dunes

A silent and untiring killer

A marble mountain is bury of sand

Sometimes oasis – little paradise

A chameleon is in a hurry to shadow

So as scorpion incorruptible cannibal

A flood of sweat flowing down over body

E few drops of water remaining in the pack

A camel kneeling down of tiredness

And a bleary eyes gape at heaven

A death arrivaling – a last spasms

A carcass of animal lies at desert

A sand makes a move, so when he flowing

And carrions running to food

A gigantic thirst torturing your body

You must go on over your legs

A death wave to greetings in hells oven

A fatal mistake – travel alone

A blue peoples fro the Tuareg clan

They watching your hopeless fight from the hiding place

They will wait with pleasure of soon the end

You are only next source for them