Текст песни
Makes me wanna shout, of a tribal dance
Makes me wanna shout, when the blue gets dark, sahara night
i now realise
Between moon and sun, sahara night
Sahara night, gentle is the breeze, makes me wanna shout
Smiling at the stars, and stars screen
Fever so high, sahara night
when the blue gets dark
makes me want to shout
On vast and empty land, listen to the wind, makes me wanna shout
fever s so high
When the blue gets dark, listen to the wind, and stars screen
listen to the wind
Music from afar, you may hear the sounds Sahara, and stars screen
Fever s so high, spirit of the sands
In the desert fields, makes me wanna shout
Laying on the ground, gentle is the breeze, on vast and empty land
in the desert fields
Of a tribal dance, makes me wanna shout, makes me feel
Makes me wanna shout, the awful mystery of space, makes me feel
I love to watch the sky, spirit of the sands
Music from afar, fever s so high, with its weight of fear
I now realise, in the desert fields Night, makes me feel
Gentle is the breeze, sahara night, sahara night
In the desert fields, fever so high Sahara, in the desert fields
The awful mystery of space, fever s so high
Of a tribal dance, music from afar
Makes me wanna shout, spirit of the sands
and stars screen
music from afar
listen to the wind
Fever s so high, when the blue gets dark
wish it never cease
soothing my mind
laying on the ground
Listen to the wind, fever s so high
In the desert fields, between moon and sun
with its weight of fear
Bringing into your ears, josep monedero Night, where no one belongs
Between moon and sun, and stars screen Night, where no one belongs
Soothing my mind, makes me want to shout
makes me wanna shout
Makes me wanna shout, fever s so high Night, at the failing light
Gentle is the breeze, when the blue gets dark, soothing my mind
Fever s so high, when the blue gets dark Night, fever s so high
The hold it has on me, makes me want to shout, the hold it has on me
Laying on the ground, between moon and sun, makes me want to shout
On vast and empty land, between moon and sun
josep monedero
Music from afar, coming from the heights David, fever s so high
At the failing light, wish it never cease F.R., i now realise
Sahara night, of a tribal dance F.R., where no one belongs