Sting:Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
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 realise that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet 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

هدي مدة طويلة
وأنا نحوس أنا وعلا غزالتي
وأنا نحوس أنا وعلا غزالتي
وأنا نحوس أنا وعلا غزالي

عمري فيك أنتيا
ما غير أنتيا
ما غير أنتيا

Layli ya layli ya

Hadi muda tweela
Wana nh'awis ana wa'la ghzalti
Wana nh'awis ana wa'la ghzalti
Wana nh'awis ana wa'la ghzali

Omri feek entiya
Ma gheer entiya
Ma gheer entiya