Arabian wind
The needle’s eye is thin
The ships of state sail on mirage
And drown in sand
Out in no-man’s land
Where Allah does command.
What good is spilling blood?
It will not grow a thing;
«Taste eternity» the swords sing:
Blues for Allah
In ‘sh’Allah.
They lie where they fall
There’s nothing more to say
The desert stars are bright tonight
Let’s meet as friends
The Flower of Islam
The Fruit of Abraham
The thousand stories have
Come round to one again,
Arabian night
Our gods pursue their fight,
What fatal flowers of darkness
Bloom from seeds of light.
Bird of Paradise fly in white sky
Blues for Allah
In ‘sh’Allah
Let’s see with our heart
These things our eyes have seen,
And know the truth must still lie
Somewhere in between.
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
Bird of Paradise fly in white sky
Blues for Allah
In ‘sh’Allah