Текст песни Desert Rose - Radio Edit - Sting
I
dream
of
rain
I
dream
of
gardens
in
the
desert
sand
I
wake
in
vain
I
dream
of
love
as
time
runs
through
my
hand
I
dream
of
fire
Those
dreams
that
tie
two
hearts
that
will
never
die
And
near
the
flames
The
shadows
play
in
the
shape
of
the
man's
desire
This
desert
rose
Whose
shadow
bears
the
secret
promise
This
desert
flower
No
sweet
perfume
that
would
torture
you
more
than
this
And
now
she
turns
This
way
she
moves
in
the
logic
of
all
my
dreams
This
fire
burns
I
realize
that
nothing's
as
it
seems
I
dream
of
rain
I
dream
of
gardens
in
the
desert
sand
I
wake
in
vain
I
dream
of
love
as
time
runs
through
my
hand
I
dream
of
rain
I
lift
my
gaze
to
empty
skies
above
I
close
my
eyes
The
rare
perfume
is
the
sweet
intoxication
of
love
I
dream
of
rain
I
dream
of
gardens
in
the
desert
sand
I
wake
in
vain
I
dream
of
love
as
time
runs
through
my
hand
Sweet
desert
rose
Whose
shadow
bears
the
secret
promise
This
desert
flower
No
sweet
perfume
that
would
torture
you
more
than
this
Sweet
desert
rose
This
memory
of
hidden
hearts
and
souls
This
desert
flower
This
rare
perfurme
is
the
sweet
intoxication
of
love
Sting
- Shape
Of
My
Heart
He
deals
the
cards
as
a
meditation
And
those
he
plays
never
suspect
He
doesn't
play
for
the
money
he
wins
He
doesn't
play
for
the
respect
He
deals
the
cards
to
find
the
answer
The
sacred
geometry
of
chance
The
hidden
law
of
probable
outcome
The
numbers
lead
a
dance
I
know
that
the
spades
are
the
swords
of
a
soldier
I
know
that
the
clubs
are
weapons
of
war
I
know
that
diamonds
mean
money
for
this
art
But
that's
not
the
shape
of
my
heart
He
may
play
the
jack
of
diamonds
He
may
lay
the
queen
of
spades
He
may
conceal
a
king
in
his
hand
While
the
memory
of
it
fades
I
know
that
the
spades
are
the
swords
of
a
soldier
I
know
that
the
clubs
are
weapons
of
war
I
know
that
diamonds
mean
money
for
this
art
But
that's
not
the
shape
of
my
heart
That's
not
the
shape,
the
shape
of
my
heart
And
if
I
told
you
that
I
loved
you
You'd
maybe
think
there's
something
wrong
I'm
not
a
man
of
too
many
faces
The
mask
I
wear
is
one
Those
who
speak
know
nothing
And
find
out
to
their
cost
Like
those
who
curse
their
luck
in
too
many
places
And
those
who
smile
are
lost
I
know
that
the
spades
are
the
swords
of
a
soldier
I
know
that
the
clubs
are
weapons
of
war
I
know
that
diamonds
mean
money
for
this
art
But
that's
not
the
shape
of
my
heart
That's
not
the
shape
of
my
heart
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