Текст: Sarah Brightman. Desert Rose.

Somewhere, she knows that he will find her
'Til every single teardrop became a desert rose
Love her, and hold your hand above hers,
Until the crossroads meet you - a legend that will come true -
No longer will you call her a desert rose

Somewhere, she knows that he will find her
'Til every single teardrop became a desert rose

Love her, and hold your hand above hers
Until the crossraods meet you - a legend that will come true -
No longer must you follow a desert rose