Audio Intex - Hadi Moda Twila (Девушка поёт)

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 hand

I 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 desire



This 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 seems