Sting - Desert rose текст песни

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 are tied to a horse
That will never tire
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 perfurme
Is the sweet intoxication of love