Арабская ночь (английская)

Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place 
Where the caravan camels roam 
Where they cut off your ear 
If they don't like your face 
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home 

When the wind's from the east 
And the sun's from the west 
And the sand in the glass is right 
Come on down, stop on by 
Hop a carpet and fly 
To another Arabian night 

Arabian nights 
Like Arabian days 
More often than not 
Are hotter than hot 
In a lot of good ways 

Arabian nights 
'Neath Arabian moons 
fool off his guard 
Could fall and fall hard 
Out there on the dunes