A Bedouins call to another nomad br Time to pack up on camel’s back br Its that time of the year br That we have to all leave from here br To settle again in some mirage land br The majestic shapes that fill landscapes br That yearning for oasis on most hardy trails br they are the panacea for nomadic souls br Away from sand dunes there are no stories to be told br Rooted to a places is not meant for me br I am a Nomad, and that sets me free...