Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Desert Rose

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 hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain,
I dream of gardens in the sands of the desert.
I wake up in pain,
I dream of love as time trickles through your fingers.

I dream of fire.
My dreams are carried away and do not know tired.
I look at the playing flames and shifty shadow
And my raspalёnnoe voobrzhenie draws its image.

She - Desert Rose.
Each of her masks - a secret promise.
She - desert flower.
None of flavor is not tormented me as this.

Turning
It changes the logic of my dreams.
This fire is burning,
And I realize that everything is not what it seems.

I dream of rain,
I dream of gardens in the sands of the desert.
I wake up in pain,
I dream of love as time trickles through your fingers.

I dream of rain,
I look up at the empty sky.
I close my eyes. This rare fragrance
Gives the sweetness of her love of intoxication.

I dream of rain,
I dream of gardens in the sands of the desert.
I wake up in pain,
I dream of love as time trickles through your fingers.

Sweet desert rose.
Each of her masks - a secret promise.
She - desert flower.
None of flavor is not tormented me as this.

Sweet desert rose.
This memory of Eden haunts us all.
This desert flower, this rare fragrance
Gives the sweetness of intoxication fall.