In your trance your dance Recalls and records The footprints of a painful history Body shaking You try to assemble thoughts Of a raging memory And your feet stand hard On the Kalahari sand In your dust, your stones We see the ghostly shadows Of a vanished world Hallucinating You try To recover dreams Of gods and ancient miracles And your feet stand hard On the Kalahari sand Your land etching and weaving Patterns of pain Through your trance Your dance I am trapped in your membrane of memories I hear your silent voice Through your trance Your dance, your trance And I hear you say When will you find your season of dreams When will your sand your land be once Again surrounded by the landscapes of love Through your trance Your dance