الكلمات الأصلية
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As any grain of sand
I belong to the land
Carried from the shores
To the roads and the bridges
And on my dreadful days
I stay home and I cook rice
Even without salt
It tastes just like how I feel
And besides, it's just a projection
Besides, we all want protection
I came alone to pray
In my own personal way
Even when it's late
I keep searching the feeling
And on my dreadful days
I stay home and I cook rice twice
There's always something
I don't understand
The sandbox is big
When you're a grain of sand
The speed of distance travelled is a light
The particle that wakes you in the night
And besides
