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The Old Mora Clock

I have a Mora clock at home,
it stands like memories from childhood days.
The colour is chipped and rough over time,
but for me it sings the song of memories.
 
The clock is ticking, year after year
I hear its song when the hour strikes.
The song about two, the heart that beats,
the song about happiness [there] in the corner of the house.
 
When I was at home at my mother and father's house,
the days went by and how happy I was!
I've still yet to find, dreams such as that
when I hear the clock tick by so slowly.
 

The Valley of the Red Sand

I took off many years ago
Down towards the land of Arizona
Because I was gonna search for happiness
Like everyone does sometimes right
I rode slowly through the valley
Towards the desert's great hall
The pioneer's way towards west
Trough the valley of the Red Sand
 
No wind blew through the valley
Everything was still, everything was dead.
But even so, the sand lived
and it oscillated in red
To this day, I hear it whispering
like the warning's signal
You can never find happiness
In the valley of the Red Sand!
~ ~ ~
To this day I hear it speak
About the young Jerry Jones
He became the victim of an ambush
Among wild Navajos
About Bill Cogan who got forced
to a duel with his rival
And for the cause of love
got to stay in the valley of the Red Sand
 
No wind blew through the valley
Everything was still, everything was dead.
But even so, the sand lived
and it oscillated in red
To this day, I hear it whispering
like the warning's signal
You can never find happiness
In the valley of the Red Sand!
 
You can never find happiness
In the valley of the Red Sand!
 
No matter how far you go, the same path lies in front of you.
- Kiba