...Gandesc bine despre mine si spun asta lumii intregi, nu in cuvinte mari, ci in fapte marete....
I dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in vainI dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of fire Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never dieAnd near the flamesThe shadows play in the shape of the man's desireThis desert roseWhose shadow bears the secret promiseThis desert flowerNo sweet perfume that would torture you more than thisAnd now she turns This way she moves in the logic of all my dreamsThis fire burnsI realize that nothing's as it seemsI dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in vainI dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of rainI lift my gaze to empty skies aboveI close my eyes The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of loveI dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in vainI dream of love as time runs through my handSweet desert roseWhose shadow bears the secret promiseThis desert flowerNo sweet perfume that would torture you more than thisSweet desert rose This memory of Eden haunts us all This desert flower, this rare perfume Is the sweet intoxicatïon of the fall
I dream of rain
RăspundețiȘtergereI 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 that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man's desire
This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
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 rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
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
Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxicatïon of the fall