Seline - Gerewol Fever (Seline's African Tale)

Painted faces in the Saharan night... Tonight, the women choose. (The women choose...) Yellow clay and black mascara under open skies Catching the reflection of desire in your eyes White teeth flashing through the campfire smoke Whispering the ancient words the elders never spoke Tall shadows swaying to the rhythmic chant Giving you a fever that the desert can't. Roll your eyes wide, hold the steady gaze Lost inside a hypnotic, golden haze Step out from the circle, touch you on the chest Singling you out from all the rest... Gerewol fever, burning in the sand Taking your freedom with a single hand Nocturnal power, beauty as a spell Secrets that the Sahel will never tell! Braids swinging as the chants grow loud Standing like a king above the tribal crowd Intricate patterns painted on your skin This is where the nocturnal rites begin One soft glance is all it takes to claim Burning every boundary in the flame. Look into my eyes. Don't blink... I pick you. Gerewol fever, burning in the sand Taking your freedom with a single hand Nocturnal power, beauty as a spell Secrets that the Sahel will never tell! Mine until the dawn... Rest in the sand.