Plume et parchemin

The Secret of Desert

You come amongst the sands

Riding your spirited stallion

Black clothered, burning eyes

Wild, proud and ardent

El Hallem, wolf of desert.

Sahara is your land.

True sandrider you are aware

Of its secrets ; when others

Without water would fry and die

Don't fret, you're the stronger.

You're looking for booty and treasure

Like all the lords of desert

Yet, youre heart is fair

You could give your life

For your friend's rescue

You're looking for ideal

Land of peace and beauty

Woman awaiting you, somewhere,

Tender, loving but knowing

You'll be free, always

Riding through the hot sands.

Elvi