Sirocco

Jet black in your eyes,
black pearls in the dark,
I feel in my mind like a whirlwind,
hot air that will sweep me away.

Scorching wind,
fire of passion.

Who fears the wind laughing as it passes,
the gentle breeze comes without a warning.
On the sand time and again
you seek the game that will help you grow.

Scorching wind,
fire of passion.

You have the strength of a hurricane,
you always want more.

Scorching wind,
fire of passion.

Sirocco.