Sting - Desert Rose

"Sueño con la lluvia
Sueño con jardines en la arena del desierto
Me despierto en vano
Sueño con el amor mientras el tiempo se me va de las manos

Sueño con fuego
Esos sueños que atan dos corazones que nunca morirán
Y cerca de las llamas
Las sombras juegan en la forma del deseo del hombre

Esta rosa desértica
Cuya sombra lleva la promesa secreta
Esta flor desértica
Ningún dulce perfume te torturaría más que esto

Y ahora ella voltea
De esta manera se mueve en la lógica de todos mis sueños
Este fuego arde
Me doy cuenta de que nada es lo que parece

Sueño con la lluvia
Sueño con jardines en la arena del desierto
Me despierto en vano
Sueño con el amor mientras el tiempo se me va de las manos

Sueño con la lluvia
Levanto la mirada para vaciar los cielos arriba
Cierro mis ojos
Este raro perfume es la dulce intoxicación del amor

Sueño con la lluvia
Sueño con jardines en la arena del desierto
Me despierto en vano
Sueño con el amor mientras el tiempo se me va de las manos

Dulce rosa desértica
Cuya sombra lleva la promesa secreta
Esta flor desértica
Ningún dulce perfume te torturaría más que esto

Dulce rosa desértica
Este recuerdo de corazones y almas
Esta flor desértica
Este raro perfume es la dulce intoxicación del amor"



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