[Hot Sand Wind Whistle] [Metal Canteen Clatter] [Step Rhythm Tight and Light] [Lead Vocal: Dry, Confident, Slightly Hoarse] [Intro] Sun burns gold across the field Dust like banners — never yield One hundred forty-one days stand Between the soldier and his land [Saz Strings Picked Fast] [Frame Drum Horse-Beat Pattern] [Verse 1] Yarik marches through the heat Leather boots on scorching street Sweat like rivers down the face Yet he keeps relentless pace Dates and letters in his pack Folded like a treasure map One hundred forty-one days more Till he walks through home’s old door [Tambourine Shake Sharp] [Handclap Syncopation] [Chorus] Hey! Raise your voice — let the sun blaze bright Hey! Keep your steps like a drum in fight One hundred forty-one days burn fast Every sunrise less than last Hey! Desert wind sings sharp and clear Home is coming, drawing near Heat can’t break a soldier’s bone For the road is carved in stone [Shouting Echo Like Caravan Call] [Horn Accent Quick] [Verse 2] Mirage waves dance above the trail Rifles gleam like ships that sail Through horizons wide and vast Shadow angles long and cast But his grin is thin and sure Spirit steady, strong, mature One hundred forty-one more suns Till old gates, familiar ones [Finger Cymbals Ping] [Deep Drum Double-Stomp] [Bridge] Long road — hot road — shimmering light March on — push on — day into night Oasis dream and homeland bread Living fire inside instead One hundred forty-one, count tight He walks forward — iron bright [Desert Wind Roar] [Final Drum Strike Like Heartbeat] [Outro] Sand turns red in evening glow Steps ring slow — but still they go One hundred forty-one days left To return what time had kept
