In search of secret places Our silver arrow flies In search of silent traces Crashing from the sky
And the desert receives us Like enemies, like friends The desert takes us gently Into her burning hands
The earth is like an anvil The hammer of the sun falls down A flaming glow in front of the eyes Like a golden, thorny crown
And the desert receives us Like enemies, like friends The desert takes us gently Into her torturing hands
Then in the distance haunts a shadow A flickering shadow passes by And with the last breath from our souls We fill the air with a desperate cry
The man slightly turning A look creating hope His liquid gift of nature Releases our rope
And the desert esteems us Like enemies, like friends And the desert leaves us gently From her golden handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.