Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Sting - Desert Rose With Cheb Mami ------------------------------------------ I dream of rain - Sonuvam za dozd I dream of gardens in the desert sand - Sonuvam za gradini vo pustinskiot pesok I wake in pain -Se budam vo bolka - I dream of love as time runs through my hand - Sonuvam za ljubov dodeka vremeto mine niz moite race I dream of fire -Sonuvam ogan Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire-A ovie snista se prikaceni na konj sto nikogas ne ke moze da trca And in the flames -I vo plamenjata Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire-Nejzinata senka igra vo oblakot na maskata strast This desert rose -Ovaa pustinska roza Each of her veils, a secret promise -Sekoja nejzina latica e skrisno vetuvanje This desert flower -Od ovoj pustinski cvet No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this -Nema poslatok parfem sto me izmacuval poveke od nego And as she turns -I kako sto taa se dvizi This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams -Na nacinot na kojsto se dvizi vo moite sonista This fire burns -I kako sto taa se dvizi I realise that nothing's as it seems - svativ deka nisto ne e kako sto izgleda I dream of rain- Sonuvam za dozd I dream of gardens in the desert sand-Sonuvam za dadina vo pustinskiot pesok I wake in pain - se bydam vo bolka I dream of love as time runs through my hand -sonyvam za lybovta dodeka vremeto mine niz moite race I dream of rain -Sonyvam za dozd I lift my gaze to empty skies above -A mojot 4ador do ostaviv na prazno nebo nad mene I close my eyes, this rare perfume - gi zavratam o4ite nejniniot parfen Is the sweet intoxication of her love -e mojot naslatok otrov za nejninata lybov I dream of rain-sonyvam za dozd I dream of gardens in the desert sand-Sonuvam za gradini vo pustinskiot pesok I wake in pain -Se budam vo bolka I dream of love as time runs through my hand -Sonuvam za ljubov dodeka vremeto mine niz moite race Sweet desert rose-Od ovoj pustinski cvet Each of her veils, a secret promise - This desert flower -od ovoj pystinski cvet No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this Nema poslatok parfem sto me izmacuval poveke od nego Sweet desert rose -Slatka pustinska rozo This memory of Eden haunts us all-Sekavanjeto na Eden site ne progonuva This desert flower, this rare perfume-Pustinsko cveke Tvojot redok parfem Is the sweet intoxication of the fall-e najslatkiot otrov na moeto propaganje