I miss the blue colour, the song of sand,
the gray dawns below the gloomy sky.
I am too good for nature music
I miss the wild call, the eternal weep,
the pale yellow light over the dunes.
I am too good for heavenly bliss
I miss the windy days, the flying clouds,
the creeping noise of desert shrimps.
I am too good for delightful pleasure
I miss the pitfalls, the fatty tastes of life
the murmuring bees kissing my ears
I am too good for the sweet beats
I must go down to the desert again, to the wild hurricanes, roaring waves.
I am too good for a peaceful living