Valy

Valy

joi, 2 decembrie 2010

Sting - Desert Rose

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  1. 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 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

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