Текст песни Дэвид Броза - Песня любви бедуина

The flute sounds to the sands of the desert would send
He stroked her soft body and the storm devoured everything
Stop being like the sands I want you like a rock
So promised not to wander like the sand again

When the winds caressed him fiercely he grabbed the tent pole
His ear gasket is not to hear and not to breathe the sound at all
You are a talking wanderer you are buried in a narrow tent
And the sheep beat in the wadi like a flute

Oh oh oh oh oh a voice calling to wander wander
Oh oh oh oh oh a voice calling to wander wander

And when the floods broke out he forgot everything he had promised
To the sounds of the flute he reached out his hands at the end
In a mad dance at the reeds the end is drunk like sand in the wind
The rocks also spread their wings like a heron

And when he got back on his horse to deepen the tent pole
On the sheets is in threads and colors words embroidery
Welcome back to the traitor well held in the tent pole
Because me, too, a wandering storm swept away