Between the walls of a golden palace
That came out like a bud from the desert sand,
The poet of the court glorifies the deeds
Of the sultan who rules over that wasted land
A caravan of words threads before his eyes,
But a distant whisper breaks his dream
Could be the wind? Could be just a lie?
Slowly, the whisper turns into scream

And the wind keeps on calling his name
And the desert drives him insane!

Arabia! An endless land,
Where there is no boundary
Between dreams and reality
Realm of sand,
Where the mirage floats in the air,
Turning the hope into despair

The words, so plain, seem to draw a shape
That soon becomes crystal clear
A girlish pale face, black diamonds as her eyes
He never felt the same He, who never dropped a tear,
Suddenly decides to go and meet his love
Through those deceptive desert sands
He walks, she runs He runs, she disappears
Deep into the desert Where he'll find his end