15th July 1998 Douz, Tunisia
Slowly going into the desert.
I start forgetting the real time,
forgetting where I am.
Cruely getting into the day heat.
I start loosing the real self,
loosing my destination.
On a camel at the edge of Sahara,
when the strong wind blows,
the sand makes a stream,
and bring me to an old dream.
Only silence of the desert night,
calm me down, cool me down.
Elegance of the moon light,
clear me up, cheer me up.
Far away from the real world,
with a little bit of lonliness,
I'm going to sleep into the sand.
Slowly going into the desert.
I start forgetting the real time,
forgetting where I am.
Cruely getting into the day heat,
I start loosing the real self,
loosing my destination.
On the way to the middle of Sahara.
When the sky is getting brighter,
I'm already trying to find a stream,
but it's gonna be just a dream.
The reality of the desert day,
dry me up, fade me out.
Penalty after a thausand year,
shut me up, wipe me out.
Far away from a rain forest,
with a little bit of lonliness,
I'm going to run away from the sand.
The goal is almost there.
The road still exists here.
The soul makes it a real one.
The hope makes it a shorter one.
But it's all gonna be just a vision.
Slowly going into the desrt,
I start forgetting the real time,
forgetting where I am.
Cruely getting into the day heat.
I start loosing the real self,
loosing my destination.
written on 16th July 1998 at Douz, Tunisia.
It was just so hot! Wrong season to be there
but the camel trecking to the Sahara desert is interesting one.
The day I went had a strong wind, but I heard if there were no strong wind,
I could see a thausand stars in the desert at night.
I start forgetting the real time,
forgetting where I am.
Cruely getting into the day heat.
I start loosing the real self,
loosing my destination.
On a camel at the edge of Sahara,
when the strong wind blows,
the sand makes a stream,
and bring me to an old dream.
Only silence of the desert night,
calm me down, cool me down.
Elegance of the moon light,
clear me up, cheer me up.
Far away from the real world,
with a little bit of lonliness,
I'm going to sleep into the sand.
Slowly going into the desert.
I start forgetting the real time,
forgetting where I am.
Cruely getting into the day heat,
I start loosing the real self,
loosing my destination.
On the way to the middle of Sahara.
When the sky is getting brighter,
I'm already trying to find a stream,
but it's gonna be just a dream.
The reality of the desert day,
dry me up, fade me out.
Penalty after a thausand year,
shut me up, wipe me out.
Far away from a rain forest,
with a little bit of lonliness,
I'm going to run away from the sand.
The goal is almost there.
The road still exists here.
The soul makes it a real one.
The hope makes it a shorter one.
But it's all gonna be just a vision.
Slowly going into the desrt,
I start forgetting the real time,
forgetting where I am.
Cruely getting into the day heat.
I start loosing the real self,
loosing my destination.
written on 16th July 1998 at Douz, Tunisia.
It was just so hot! Wrong season to be there
but the camel trecking to the Sahara desert is interesting one.
The day I went had a strong wind, but I heard if there were no strong wind,
I could see a thausand stars in the desert at night.
