Man with a Bronze Guitar - Zandy

Forty days of walking in the desert

The sun is giving meaning to every drop of water

His diamonds shine on in the sky

At the end of times he’ll take a boat and sail to the horizon lighting a cigar,

a man with a bronze guitar.

A lonely tree in an endless forest

Waiting to be burned by the mighty infernal fire

His Childhood views belong now to the past

He tries to live the day that the green has turned to black, the mountain scar,

he is a man with a bronze guitar.

Fighting, birds along with lions

Swimming by the shore trying to get some water

Winds of earth have turned against the eagles

As that war’s erupting he’s lying on the grass staring at his star,

a man with a bronze guitar.

Houses are burning, and he drinks coffee

People are dying, and he is still young

His world is under a wrong command

But he don’t care cause hiss song has sung

The ground is cracking beneath his feet

The air is toxic because of his car

The trees are burning in front of his eyes

But he… he’s just a man with a bronze guitar

Yes he… he’s just a man with a bronze guitar.

Studying the ageless stones and boulders

Searching for shadows they are pieces of survival

Tiny stones of every shape and color

He doesn’t care of Mountain View though it doesn’t seem so far

Who am I to judge?

I am a man with a bronze guitar.