Versuri Desert rose
- Sting

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 intoxication of the fall