I will draw on the sand His gentle face smiling at me Then he cried On this beach, in this storm She disappeared And I cried, cried To get her back And I cried, cried Oh, I was in too much pain I sat down Near his soul The beautiful lady Had run away I looked for her Without believing it Without hope To guide me And I cried, cried To get her back And I cried, cried Oh, I was in too much pain I kept Only his gentle face Like a spare Wet sand And I cried, cried To get her back And I cried, cried Oh, I was in too much pain I kept To get her back And I cried, cried Oh, I was in too much pain I kept, kept Aline, Aline, Aline Thank you.
