I want to be your pinkie
I am tender to you
My heart opnes like a cactus flower
Do you thinky I will do?
My heart is like a cactus
Not like a cactus flower
And I can kill love
Without entering her bower
So they both thought. But he was silent and she said:
I cannot see which way you are pointing, the sky is so dark red,
And when the sandstorm is over I shall lie down on my bed.