Desert
Empire of the sun
So near
Empire of the sun
Testing anew
Of solitude
Blind Mirage
Large luminosity
Free prison
Without the least breeze
Without the least breeze
Such a great sea
Of waves paralized
Such a great sandy shore
Of veiled shapes
Victory of space
Immensity
Vanishing point
Amplification
Free prison
Wild host
Wild host
In the desert
I hear the bottom of the Soul
And, if the sand is all quiet
The beating of my heart
So that all that desert
All of a sudden
Makes me think
That the desert is me
If you didn't come for me.