I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

Я мечтаю о дожде, 
Я мечтаю о садах среди песков пустыни. 
Я просыпаюсь от боли, 
Я мечтаю о любви, а время сочится сквозь пальцы. 

Я мечтаю об огне. 
Мои мечты несутся вдаль и не знают устали. 
Я смотрю на играющие языки пламени и бегающие тени...