In search of secret places
Our silver arrow flies
In search of silent traces
Crashing from the sky
And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her burning hands
The earth is like an anvil
The hammer of the sun falls down
A flaming glow in front of the eyes
Like a golden, thorny crown
And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her torturing hands
Then in the distance haunts a shadow
A flickering shadow pa**es by
And with the last breath from our souls
We fill the air with a desperate cry
The man slightly turning
A look creating hope
His liquid gift of nature
Releases our rope
And the desert esteems us
Like enemies, like friends
And the desert leaves us gently
From her golden hands