Besedila: Incognito. No Time Like The Future. Marrakech.

:
It?s close to midnight
Packed my bags and I?m leaving
Ride the night train
To where I know You?re gonna be waiting

And yesterday will fade like snow in the sunlight
Melt away from my memory
Through the darkness until I feel the light?s caress
I?m on my way to the streets of Marrakech

The room is crowded
I can feel my body heat rising
Above the voices
The echoes of a train approaching

A colorful parade like flames in the dark night
Leads the way to my fantasy
Through the darkness until I feel the light?s caress
I?m on my way to the streets of Marrakech

And yesterday will fade like snow in the sunlight
I?m on my way; yes I?m on my way
I?m on my way to the streets of Marrakech

Marrakech
The streets of Marrakech
Marrakech
The streets of Marrakech