It is your face that I drew
Leaning on the ground I painted it
I used black for your eyes
And white sand for your skin
When the rain has washed it
And your colors confused
And when the wind has passed
I will be eventually cured
It is your face that I drew
I sat down and waited
I used black for the hair
And red sand for your mouth
The rain will come and wash it away
It will confuse your colors
When the wind has passed
I will be eventually cured