Desert Rose
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
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 in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as 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 pain
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
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me 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
Pustinjska ruža
Sanjam o kiši
sanjam o vrtovima u pustinjskom pijesku
Budim se u boli
sanjam o ljubavi dok vrijeme prolazi kroz moje ruke
Sanjam o vatri
oni sni su zavezani za konja koji se nikad neće umoriti
I u plamenovima
njene sjene igraju u obliku čovjekove žudnje
Ova pustinjska ruža
svaki od njenih velova, tajno obećanje
Ovaj pustinjski cvijet
niti jedan parfem me nije tako mučio više nego ovaj
I kada se okrene
način kojim se kreće u logici mojih snova
Ova vatra gori
i shvaćam da ništa nije kao što se čini
Sanjam o kiši
sanjam o vrtovima u pustinjskom pijesku
Budim se u boli
sanjam o ljubavi dok vrijeme prolazi kroz moje ruke
Sanjam o kiši
i počinjem zuriti u prazna neba gore
Zaklopim oči
Ovaj rijetki miris je slatko zatrovanje njezine ljubavi
Sanjam o kiši
sanjam o vrtovima u pustinjskom pijesku
Budim se u boli
sanjam o ljubavi dok vrijeme prolazi kroz moje ruke
Slatka pustinjska ruža
svaki od njenih velova, tajno obećanje
Ovaj pustinjski cvijet
niti jedan parfem me nije tako mučio više nego ovaj
Slatka pustinjska ruža
ovo sjećanje raja nas sve progoni
Ovaj pustinjski cvijet
Ovaj rijetki miris je slatko zatrovanje jeseniAdded (24 Apr 2012, 6:39 PM)
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Shape of my heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
Oblik mog Srca
On deli karte kao da meditira
I oni koje pobedjuje nikad ne sumnjaju
On ne igra za novac koji dobija
Ne igra za postovanje
On deli karte da bi nasao odgovor
Sveti sklad srece
Skriven zakon verovatnog ishoda
Brojevi vode ples
Znam da je Pik mac vojnika
Znam da je Tref oruzje rata
Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti
Ali to nije oblik mog Srca
On moze odigrati Zandara Karo
Moze odigrati Pikovu Damu
Moze sakriti Popa u rukavu
Dok secanje na njega bledi
Znam da je Pik mac vojnika
Znam da je Tref oruzje rata
Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti
Ali to nije oblik mog Srca
To nije oblik, oblik mog Srca
I da ti kazem da te volim
Mozda ces pomisliti da nesto nije uredu
Ja nisam covek sa previse lica
Samo jednu masku nosim
Oni koji pricaju ne znaju nista
I saznaju na svoju stetu
Kao oni koji kunu svoju srecu previse
I oni koji se plase gubitka
Znam da je Pik mac vojnika
Znam da je Tref oruzje rata
Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti
Ali to nije oblik mog Srca
To nije oblik, oblik mog Srca
