Rast Caravan

(ya habibi)

Beyond the dust, a guiding star

Calling us home from afar

With every breath, the desert sings

We soar aloft on silver wings

Find the light inside the stone We do not walk this path

alone Through the

storm, we

find our way

Into the gold of rising

day (aaaah)

(hey, hey, yaaa)

Through the storm,

we find our way Into the

gold of

rising day!