I need the desert like I need the rain 
Where from the desert I am leaning on my beloved 
And we are leaping over mountains 
Because these mountains are mine 
They are mine 

You are a love jealous as the grave 
Your love is a jealous flame 
You are a flame of the brightest color 
This is jealousy 
It is a husband's fury 

Well who is this?
She is leaning on her beloved and they are leaping over mountains
With a broken and a contrite heart 
How can the Father deny?
Oh, if you could show us just a glimpse of this flame
This jealous flame