Alone in my own desert Expanses of sand stretch out Faint light from old burning torches Outline of the dunes surround But I can, I see her dance But I can, I see her dance
Sweet Persian girl, tell your shamans I'm abashed for what I've done Please carry on, don't stop at all This exotic belly dance And let me hear your mellifluous voice tonight Flowers so red, closer to me Echoes of dreams
My heart pumps to the nth degree Anxiety assuage all creeds So close your eyes, oh drowsiness If you want you just can rest Or follow grains, the straight way for a bane outage Flowers so red, closer to me Echoes of dreams
Can I pick from my dreams? And can you stop this cacophony Made by an out of tune instrument named life?
But I can, I see your dance But I can, I see your dance
Like a bolt, coming from the blue I felt you passed through me, you were wrong Where angels fear to tread Only fools rush in Sweet nothings Please let me Fall asleep Dreaming of another change I'll never nod my head Once again
All I see now is a tulip Can it hide these fallacies? Hang around with me, alone And then will start my martyrdrom
I've tried, I swam against the tide I wasn't in the mood, you should know Could have clinched the deal But those sweet nothings You told me They are still WhisperingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
