I come from a country that doesn't know the rain, where the caravans are flying. All the people over there mix and get along. Yes, it's strange, but hey, it's my home. When the wind comes from the east, the sun is in the west and falls asleep in the golden sands. It's the moment, flying, flying carpet, towards the magic of the nights of the East. We hang out in the streets, in the legendary bazaar, where jasmine is exalted. So many greedy smelters, while you are a merchant, a silk or satin chalice. Music settles in, when we follow the waves, under the charm of each moment. We are caught up in the dance and lost in the trance of a new night of the East. In the night of Arabia, there is madness. A sleep of love, hotter than midnight, a sun in broad daylight. In the night of Arabia, infinite dreams. Wonderful land of fever and fire, mysterious secrets. In this way, you lead towards the good or the desire, by the magic fire that you hold. Let the evil progress or the fortune fill you, it's up to you to choose your destiny. Only one human can enter here, the one whose appearance hides the value of a diamond. In the night of Arabia, there is madness. Come to exalt yourself, you will fall and everything will be taken away. In the night of Arabia, to the perfume of a new day. To the madman who gets lost in the heart of the desert, fatal is love. www.mooji.org