To corner you round a blind alley,
It gallops and blows the sand.
To fog your brain and your eyes,
From the sparkles of this land.
When this Mustang of death arrives,
It brings along a cloud of mist.
It will take you whatever you say,
However hard you insist.
To take you where you came from,
Where the actual life retains,
To prove that when it turns up,
No one dare detains!