Woorden: Daniel Benjamin. Other. Fatma Morgana.

Hunted by my longing for you
I'm crawling through the desert heat
even if I look like a fool
because my knees begin to bleed

you're so close but when I try to touch you
suddenly you disappear

as long as life rushes through me
I'll keep crawling towards my goal
your hot illusion I can see
the aim is not reached until dawn

blood and sweat running down my neck
I'm helpless without you, lover
give me something real to discover
let me drink your sparkling water

oh fatma, oh fatma?