In the flowering desert Lies the heart and soul of man Find a deep well to draw from And give back as you can In the moonlight musicians Hear their tunes
Waking up to lack of oxygen, pulling the weight of the world down into the deepest blue, oh whoa oh , I can't recall what I'm doing here, what I'm holding
ترجمة: روتشستر. الميناء وبحار و.
