Burning sands and fragrance of exotic flowers And eerie music drifts from eastern towers A wisp of trailing veil A Muslim's evening wail You in the midst, my mirage
Soft hands caress me through the mystic night Warm lips that thrill me with such strange delight My love's a desert flower That blooms for just an hour Then fades and dies with my mirage
Framed as you are in my memory Just the thought of you awakes my desire Longing to fan smouldering embers of dreams into reality's fire
Come to my arms and let my hands retouch And hold again the love that hurt so much The east lives in my mind Why can't I wait to find? You are real and this is no mirageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
