Sting — «Desert rose»
I dream of rain, halay-halay
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain, halay-halay
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire, halay-halay
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames, halay-halay
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose, halay-halay
Each of her veils, a secret promises
This desert flower, halay-halay
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as she turns, halay-halay
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns, halay-halay
I realize that nothing's as it seems
I dream of rain, halay-halay
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain, halay-halay
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain, halay-halay
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love
I dream of rain, halay-halay
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain, halay-halay
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose, halay-halay
Each of her veils, a secret promises
This desert flower, halay-halay
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Sweet desert rose, halay-halay
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall
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