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We want our tea in the sahara with you, with their cups full of sand
so they danced for his pleasure
Have this wish before we die, please don t ask us why
The same place every year, as if our minds are deranged Police, beneath the sheltering sky
But he d never return, they would climb a high dune Sahara, the same place every year
The sky turned to black, my sisters and i Tea, have this wish before we die
we have this strange obsession
as their eyes searched the land
They would wait for him here, beneath the sheltering sky
as their eyes searched the land
They would pray to the moon, as their eyes searched the land
You have the means in your possession, the same place every year, you have the means in your possession
have this wish before we die
But he d never return, but he d never return
but he d never return
Across the desert he would fly, please don t ask us why The, with their cups full of sand
With a joy you could not measure, so the sisters would burn
We want our tea in the sahara with you, beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession, with their cups full of sand, as their eyes searched the land
You have the means in your possession, the same place every year
They would climb a high dune, you have the means in your possession
Please don t ask us why, across the desert he would fly
as their eyes searched the land
please don t ask us why
They would climb a high dune, as their eyes searched the land
the same place every year
They would climb a high dune, beneath the sheltering sky, we want our tea in the sahara with you
and it may sound strange
the same place every year
beneath the sheltering sky
as if our minds are deranged
They would climb a high dune, they would wait for him here Sahara, the young man agreed
please don t ask us why
With a joy you could not measure, they would pray to the moon
Have this wish before we die, my sisters and i, my sisters and i
We have this strange obsession, the young man agreed, and it may sound strange
So they danced for his pleasure, we have this strange obsession, they would climb a high dune
They would wait for him here, have this wish before we die Police, would he ever come back
we want our tea in the sahara with you
as their eyes searched the land
Would he ever come back, would he ever come back, so they danced for his pleasure
with their cups full of sand