Burning sun above us,
burning desert sand.
Burning lips are longing for a little drop of water.
Through the endless desert, not a single trace remains.
Tell me, caravan man, when will we find water again?
Far across the desert sky.
burning desert sand.
Burning lips are longing for a little drop of water.
Through the endless desert, not a single trace remains.
Tell me, caravan man, when will we find water again?
Far across the desert sky.