It rained golden stars,
I saw them fall,
luck stuck to my fingers,
I could turn the world and all.

I came through forbidden cities,
there was not one house that was closed,
it was an endless journey,
changed ten times the horse as if supposed.

And to Casablanca,
it still was far to this city,
and in the between,
there stood the might of eternity.

Fata, Fata Morgana,
glistening mirrors on hot sand,
Fata, Fata Morgana,
perfect illusion,
so many things I don't understand.

Wiping the sand of my eyes,
and there she stood,
the maiden in vail,
her eyes gave me a sign,
she knew the desert in detail.

She gave me to drink
with her lips kissing mine,
then took me by the hand,
she led to the end of the circle,
where she vanished right where I stand.

I looked a long time after her,
it all seemed so strange
and imaginary there.

Fata, Fata Morgana,
glistening mirrors on hot sand,
Fata, Fata Morgana,
perfect illusion,
so many things I don't understand.