You wave like the sands of a desert
You let the waters dry out, you let the waters dry out
The sounds of sleeping mothers fathers
As we merge into one, as we merge into one

Minute of love, one minute of love, one minute of love
And the morning comes

Your steps are made of life and you leave the prints on the bodies,
You leave the prints, mother of all the living things
The dogs keep passing by and there’s a whole new world in your hand
And the hand guides the heart, burried in sand, burried in sand

One minute of love, one minute of love, one minute of love
And the morning comes

You revive the wastelands
Mother of all the living things