In search of secret places
Our silver arrow flies
In search of silent traces
Crashing from the sky

And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her burning hands

The earth is like an anvil
The hammer of the sun falls down
A flaming glow in front of the eyes
Like a golden, thorny crown

And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her torturing hands

Then in the distance haunts a shadow
A flickering shadow passes by
And with the last breath from our souls
We fill the air with a desperate cry

The man slightly turning
A look creating hope
His liquid gift of nature
Releases our rope

And the desert esteems us
Like enemies, like friends
And the desert leaves us gently
From her golden hands