Behold my skirt of eighty petals, see,
my heart, a whirling dervish, free.
The nomad woman sways and smiles, you see.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
The nomad woman sways in trance.
Behold my skirt of eighty petals, see,
my heart, a whirling dervish, free.
The nomad woman sways and smiles, you see.
I dance with grace, a swirling fire,
I dance and sway, consumed by desire,
my spirit's dance, it will not tire.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
My nose ring gleams, a shining spark,
my youth, a flame within the dark.
My nose ring gleams, a shining spark,
my youth, a flame within the dark.
Consumed by love, a burning plight,
beloved, keep your promise bright.
Behold my skirt of eighty petals, see,
my heart, a whirling dervish, free.
The nomad woman sways and smiles, you see.
I dance with grace, a swirling fire,
I dance and sway, consumed by desire,
my spirit's dance, it will not tire.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
The nomad woman sways in trance.
My bangles chime, a tinkling call,
my heart beats fast, embracing all.
My bangles chime, a tinkling call,
my heart beats fast, embracing all.
From my eyes, a battle's plea,
beloved, keep your promise to me.
Behold my skirt of eighty petals, see,
my heart, a whirling dervish, free.
The nomad woman sways and smiles, you see.
I dance with grace, a swirling fire,
I dance and sway, consumed by desire,
my spirit's dance, it will not tire.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
The nomad woman sways in trance.
My anklets ring, a joyful sound,
my body yearns to spin around.
My anklets ring, a joyful sound,
my body yearns to spin around.
Quench the thirst that burns so deep,
beloved, your promise, keep.
Behold my skirt of eighty petals, see,
my heart, a whirling dervish, free.
The nomad woman sways and smiles, you see.
I dance with grace, a swirling fire,
I dance and sway, consumed by desire,
my spirit's dance, it will not tire.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
My life, it seeks a lover's glance,
a vision to ignite the dance.
The nomad woman sways in trance.
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