Few know what has happened to the east
Dreams and rites are sold, without crime or punishment
In the temple of pleasure and greed, the merchants
Sell a very ancient treasure It changes everyone, it burns everyone Inside the dream becomes a nightmare
And when you wake up deserted you are prey to prey
If the perfume of magic seduces you
Or the aroma of uncertainty calls , don't pay attention
It changes everyone, it burns everyone, it keeps everyone silent
The flower of Bagdad
It changes everyone, it burns everyone
It keeps everyone silent, the flower of Bagdad