Marrakesh

(альбом: Visions - 1987)

In the burning sands of Morocco
The ancient walls preserve a past age
And the desert winds play their games

On that dusty road from Agadir
I found you riding next to me, yeah
But you turned your dark eyes away

Flying over hills beneath a purple sky
To our destination Insh'allah

Riding a horse to Marrakesh
Through the starry nights and the burning days
Yes, I'm on my way to Marrakesh

Riding a horse to Marrakesh
Through the starry nights and the burning days
Yes, I'm on my way to Marrakesh

When the twilight hour of day begins
We see a golden sky-a, yeah
Then I hear you calling my name

On that dusty road from Agadir
I found you riding next to me, yeah
But you turned your dark eyes away

Flying over hills beneath a purple sky
To our destination Insh'allah

Riding a horse to Marrakesh
Through the starry nights and the burning days
Yes, I'm on my way to Marrakesh

Riding a horse to Marrakesh
Through the starry nights and the burning days
Yes, I'm on my way to Marrakesh
Ayaya to Marrakesh