專輯：柏林音樂會 (Live In Berlin)
歌曲：Desert Rose
作曲：Sting
I dream of rain
ye....yeyi yele...
I dream of gardens
in the desert sand
I wake in pain
ye....yeyi yele...
I dream of love
as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
ye....yeyi yele...
Those dreams are tied
to a horse
that will never tire
And in the flames
ye....yeyi yele...
Her shadows play in the shape
of a man's desire
This desert rose
ye....yeyi yele...
Each of her veils,
a secret promise
This desert flower
ye....yeyi yele...
No sweet perfume ever
tortured me more than this
And as she turns
ye....yeyi yele...
This way she moves
in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
ye....yeyi yele...
I realize that
nothing's as it seems
I dream of rain
ye....yeyi yele...
I dream of gardens
in the desert sand
I wake in pain
ye....yeyi yele...
I dream of love as time runs
through my hand
I dream of rain
ye....yeyi yele...
I lift my gaze
to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet
intoxication of her love oh...
yele.....yele...oh....
I dream of rain
ye....yeyi yele...
I dream of gardens
in the desert sand
I wake in pain
ye....yeyi yele...
I dream of love as time runs
through my hand
Sweet desert rose
ye....yeyi yele...
Each of her veils,
a secret promise
This desert flower
ye....yeyi yele...
No sweet perfume ever
tortured me more than this
Sweet desert rose
ye....yeyi yele...
This memory
of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume,
is the sweet
intoxication of the fall
yele.....yele..
oh....oh
