[Intro - Oud and Qanun Taksim] (A slow, mystical, and ancient melody... Soft percussion begins to pulse like a distant heartbeat.) [Verse 1] The veil of night is drawn across the ancient town, A thousand tales are whispered as the wind blows down. Like a silver carpet, time is stretched below, A lady in the heavens makes the moments slow. Upon a flying rug, an open woven dream, The stars all bear witness to this magic scheme. [Chorus] The echo of the East arises, mystical and bright, Before a giant moon that fills her eyes with light. The golden domes are gleaming, the story starts anew, A magical night where every sorrow fades from view. Into the vast infinity, a moonlit sprite will soar, Leaving far behind the days that are no more. [Verse 2] The spice-scented alleys are lost within the glow, The shadows of the minarets outline the world below. A cryptic smile upon her face, secrets in her gaze, Before her path, the centuries bow down in amaze. The moon is so immense tonight, a touch is all it takes, While the city sleeps, in endless space she wakes. [Bridge] A voice from past horizons calls an ancient chime, As barefoot on the clouds she walks, defying time. No burden of the past, no future care to trace, The giant moon her only friend within this mystic space. [Chorus] The echo of the East arises, mystical and bright, Before a giant moon that fills her eyes with light. The golden domes are gleaming, the story starts anew, A magical night where every sorrow fades from view. Into the vast infinity, a moonlit sprite will soar, Leaving far behind the days that are no more. [Outro] (The melody slows down, leaving only the ney and the oud...) The moon begins to fade, the carpet drifts away, The tale is at an end, but the echoes stay... The echo of the East... whispers all around... (Fading out with soft percussion...)
