More songs by Faouzia
Description
It smells of sand and wind, as if time itself has decided to rest in the middle of the desert. Somewhere out there, among the hot air, dreams mingled with prayers, and it's no longer clear whether it's the call of love or a mirage. The voices sound like echoes of ancient legends, where fire doesn't burn, but only illuminates the path for those who are still searching. The rhythm is like the pulse of a camel caravan, smooth, stubborn, eternal. Music doesn't call you to dance - it makes you stand with your eyes closed and listen to the air tremble between your heart and the horizon.
Lyrics and translation
Original
ليلي يا ليلي يا.
هذه مدة طويلة.
وننحوس على العسلي. وننحوس على العسلي.
وننحوس على العسلي.
I dream of rain يا ليلي.
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain يا ليلي.
I dream of love as time runs through my hand.
I dream of fire يا ليلي.
Those dreams are tied to a horse that'll never tire.
And in the flames يا ليلي. Our shadows play in the shape of a man's desire.
This desert rose يا ليلي.
Each of her veils a secret promise. This desert flower يا ليلي.
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.
I dream of rain يا ليلي.
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain يا ليلي.
I dream of love as time runs through my hand.
I dream of fire يا ليلي.
Those dreams are tied to a horse that'll never tire.
And in the flames يا ليلي.
Our shadows play in the shape of a man's desire.
This desert rose يا ليلي.
Each of her veils a secret promise.
This desert flower يا ليلي. No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.
هذه مدة طويلة. وننحوس على العسلي.
وننحوس على العسلي.
وننحوس على العسلي.
English translation
ليلي يا ليلي يا.
هذه مدة طويلة.
وننحوس على العسلي. وننحوس على العسلي.
وننحوس على العسلي.
I dream of rain يا ليلي.
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain يا ليلي.
I dream of love as time runs through my hand.
I dream of fire يا ليلي.
Those dreams are tied to a horse that'll never tire.
And in the flames يا ليلي. Our shadows play in the shape of a man's desire.
This desert rose يا ليلي.
Each of her veils a secret promise. This desert flower يا ليلي.
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.
I dream of rain يا ليلي.
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain يا ليلي.
I dream of love as time runs through my hand.
I dream of fire يا ليلي.
Those dreams are tied to a horse that'll never tire.
And in the flames يا ليلي.
Our shadows play in the shape of a man's desire.
This desert rose يا ليلي.
Each of her veils a secret promise.
This desert flower يا ليلي. No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.
هذه مدة طويلة. وننحوس على العسلي.
وننحوس على العسلي.
وننحوس على العسلي.