Arabian wind, the needle's eye is thin
The ships of state sail on mirage and drown in sand.
Out in no man's land
Where Allah does command.
What good is spilling blood?
It will not grow a thing.
"Taste eternity[,]" the swords sing;
Blues for Allah
In'sh'Allah.
They lie where they fall.
There's nothing more to say,
The desert stars are bright tonight,
Let's meet as friends.
The flow'r of Islam,
The fruit of Abraham,
The thousand stories have come round to one again[.]
Arabian night
Our gods pursue their fight,
What fatal flow'rs of darkness
Bloom from seeds of light?
Bird of Paradise
Fly
in white sky,
Blues for Allah,
In'sh'Allah.
Let's see with our heart
These things our eyes have seen, and
Know the truth must still lie
Somewhere in between.
Under eternity,
under eternity,
under eternity blue
Bird of Paradise / Fly
Blues for Allah /In white sky / Under eternity
Blues / for Allah
In'sh'Allah.