There, in the desert
There is a man
It's he whom I'm waiting for
As I turn into a stone
There, in the desert
There is a man
Who turns the world into wasteland
Heat he rivets to ice
And blood for barrels he swaps
As my heart hardens into rocks.
There, in the desert
Life isn't spared
Love doesn't count
Too many grains
Too many bullets
Are in that sand
A desert storm
Leaves no traces
Nor does my scream
echo through places
Did you wish it
to be that way
My desert rose
My rose till the grave.
Let my love
Be that strong
To turn you
Into The Rose of Baghdad
Forever long.
Translated by Ivan Bošković and Aleksandra Dragosavljević
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