Desert Rose

Sting

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    hathe mada tawila
    wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
    wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
    wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti

    I dream of rain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I dream of gardens in the desert sand
    I wake in vain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I dream of love as time runs through my hand
    I dream of fire, eh-le-yeah-le
    Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
    And in the flames, eh-le-yeah-le
    Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

    This desert rose, eh-le-yeah-le
    Each of her veils, a secret promise
    This desert flower, eh-le-yeah-le
    No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

    And as she turns, eh-le-yeah-le
    This way she moves, in the logic of all my dreams
    This fire burns, eh-le-yeah-le
    I realize that nothing's as it seems

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    I dream of rain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I dream of gardens in the desert sand
    I wake in vain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I dream of love as time runs through my hand
    I dream of rain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I lift my gaze to empty skies above
    I close my eyes, this rare perfume
    Is the sweet intoxication of her love

    aman aman aman
    omry feek antia
    ma ghair antia
    ma ghair antia

    I dream of rain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I dream of gardens in the desert sand
    I wake in vain, eh-le-yeah-le
    I dream of love as time runs through my hand

    Sweet desert rose, eh-le-yeah-le
    Each of her veils, a secret promise
    This desert flower, eh-le-yeah-le
    No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

    Sweet desert rose, eh-le-yeah-le
    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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    Composition: Sting

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