Arabia -

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