I'm from Basra, at the gates of the desert
but I don't stop at border posts
for ever a nomad, since Scheherazade
When will that day come that will save us from drowning!
I'm from the land of Kham, with head in the sky,
the mountains have a soul, beneath the eternal snows,
for ever a Sherpa of summits, of cliffs
When will that day come that will save us from drowning!
When will that day come that will save us from drowning!
What are you waiting for?
For the earth to grumble on us?
For the sun melt down?
And for the world to be buried?
Tell me, tell me, what are we waiting for?
For the earth to grumble on us?
For the sun to melt down?
And for the world to be buried?
Tell me, tell me, what are we waiting for?
I'm from a forest along the Amazon
I know the secrets of plants and wildlife,
for ever living, I'm listening to the falls,
When will that day come that will save us from drowning!
I'm drifting, a boat without the wind,
praying that I'll arrive where nobody awaits me
for ever lost, from Odysseys to Iliads,
When will that day come that will save us from drowning!
When will that day come when we'll save ourselves from drowning!
What are you waiting for?
For the earth to grumble on us?
For the sun to melt down?
And for the world to be buried?
Tell me, tell me, what are we waiting for?
For the earth to grumble on us?
For the sun to melt down?
And for the world to be buried?
Tell me, tell me, what are they waiting for?
Tell me, tell me, what am I waiting for?
For the earth to grumble on us?
For the sun to melt down?
And for the world to be buried?
Tell me, tell me, what am I waiting for?
Tell me, tell me, what am I waiting for?