Arabian Nights Paroles

and since seven years
rusty chains strangle my neck
Sore weals are the whip's hot, bloody seals
every night and day
they seem to burn on my back

Arabian nights
nightmares of heat and pain and fright
I see the light
the end of the slavery
Arabian nights
stars of the desert shine on me
I feel the light
the time's right to break the chains and flee

Three thousand miles of torture
ten thousand slaves all in a row
my eyes are dim with fever
my vital force is running low
I'll be off before
daylight displaces the night

Arabian nights...