Idioma Origen:
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
These dreams are tiedto 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 touched 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
Idioma Destino:
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
These dreams are tiedto 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 touched 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