Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzaltiI dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desireThis desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seemsI dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her loveAman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
hair antia
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my handSweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall
(Ya lili ah ya leel)
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