[Sung by Cholil Mahmud]
[Verse 1]
These sand I hold tight
Not a single grain left in palm
If they are not able to judge
Maybe only time could pass the verdict to them
[Verse 2]
If the needle can be halted
Seconds will never be wasted, I will mine
And I will pour it in a frameless space
However now, I’m tired and decided to go home
[Verse 3]
As I went home, they’re yet to be no more
Becoming shadows intercept, then attack
Suddenly come then gone, then come, gone
Always come and gone, then come, then gone
[Chorus]
Sand
I’m tired of carving
I’m banished expelled
Sand
Immeasurable
You fall off orderly
I’m buried face down
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
Sand
I’m tired of carving
I’m banished expelled
Sand
Immeasurable
You fall off orderly