Don Quixote (Kichote)
There, the moon sets in red
All the stones sweat blood
I'm going to Petra

There, the body seethes with madness
The hallucinations rise and fly
I'm going to Petra.

I will cross a river
And I will return to the desert
Like a wild tiger
A night in the desert
Petra, night, Petra

There Asia borders on space
Her dress is slipping off up in the sky
I'm going to Petra

There, your lips kiss tranquility
Drums of passion are booming
I'm going to Petra.

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