Sand He covered my toys He did not need a storm Then came With the wind The wind of age Sand He covered my forte apache Passed A head of time Needed no secrets Brought By thought Showed that it was true. A boy grows up so suddenly Becomes man From one day to another There are things that no one understands A child leaves his toys. Whichever When the wind arrives The wind of love It now remains Imagine where it comes from Sand The sands of time It does not come out It comes from within It comes from within Sand Sand Sands of time. A boy grows up so suddenly Becomes man From one day to another There are things that no one understands A child leaves his toys. Whichever When the wind arrives The wind of love