[01:19.226]Veils of heat rise in slow devotion,
[01:25.706]Shimmer-lines bending what the eyes believe.
[01:31.495]Stone on stone, the old fort watches,
[01:35.872]Guarding stories sand can never thieve.
[01:38.736]Footsteps fade into the hush of ages,
[01:44.481]Time dissolves like incense in the sun.
[01:50.718]Every wall a patient witness
[01:54.783]To a world that whispers, never done.
[01:59.757]And in the drift between the dunes,
[02:02.395]Something ancient starts to move.
[02:05.916]Here, where the fort still breathes,
[02:09.241]Where silence shapes the air like woven leaves.
[02:12.458]Shadows tremble soft upon the desert floor,
[02:15.489]And memory opens like a hidden door.
[02:18.739]Oh Nizwa, keep my wandering heart at ease—
[02:24.971]Here, where the fort still breathes.
[02:40.571]Mirage-lines dance in quiet rhythm,
[02:46.828]Oud notes falling like a distant prayer.
[02:52.976]Darbuka brushing soft as feathers,
[02:56.500]Pulse of something sacred in the air.
[02:59.673]Silver lanes of light around the arches,
[03:05.680]Every curve alive with ancient lore.
[03:11.752]If I listen close between the heartbeats,
[03:15.676]I hear the city dreaming from its core.
[03:20.779]In the echo of a single chord,
[03:23.438]I feel the age of all that came before.
[03:27.335]Here, where the fort still breathes,
[03:30.371]Where silence shapes the air like woven leaves.
[03:33.574]Shadows tremble soft upon the desert floor,
[03:36.781]And memory opens like a hidden door.
[03:39.747]Oh Nizwa, keep my wandering heart at ease—
[03:43.040]Here, where the fort still breathes.
[04:01.674]Soft illusions fold and fall,
[04:05.161]Light bends — then disappears.
[04:08.305]Still the stones remain,
[04:12.978]Holding quiet centuries near.
[04:14.073]Nothing breaks the sacred calm,
[04:17.257]Nothing stirs the watching walls…
[04:20.133]Except the slow, eternal breath
[04:23.092]Of a land that never truly sleeps.
[04:26.748]Here, where the fort still breathes,
[04:29.678]Where time moves slow as ancient seas.
[04:32.588]Where the desert’s voice is gentle, wide, and pure,
[04:35.829]And every echo feels like something sure.
[04:38.981]Oh Nizwa, let your quiet soul release—
[04:45.282]Here, where the fort still breathes.
[04:53.392]A single note,
[04:59.266]A fading line,
[05:06.221]A mirage,
[05:11.875]Still alive.

Veils of heat rise in slow devotion,
Shimmer-lines bending what the eyes believe.
Stone on stone, the old fort watches,
Guarding stories sand can never thieve.
Footsteps fade into the hush of ages,
Time dissolves like incense in the sun.
Every wall a patient witness
To a world that whispers, never done.
And in the drift between the dunes,
Something ancient starts to move.
Here, where the fort still breathes,
Where silence shapes the air like woven leaves.
Shadows tremble soft upon the desert floor,
And memory opens like a hidden door.
Oh Nizwa, keep my wandering heart at ease—
Here, where the fort still breathes.
Mirage-lines dance in quiet rhythm,
Oud notes falling like a distant prayer.
Darbuka brushing soft as feathers,
Pulse of something sacred in the air.
Silver lanes of light around the arches,
Every curve alive with ancient lore.
If I listen close between the heartbeats,
I hear the city dreaming from its core.
In the echo of a single chord,
I feel the age of all that came before.
Here, where the fort still breathes,
Where silence shapes the air like woven leaves.
Shadows tremble soft upon the desert floor,
And memory opens like a hidden door.
Oh Nizwa, keep my wandering heart at ease—
Here, where the fort still breathes.
Soft illusions fold and fall,
Light bends — then disappears.
Still the stones remain,
Holding quiet centuries near.
Nothing breaks the sacred calm,
Nothing stirs the watching walls…
Except the slow, eternal breath
Of a land that never truly sleeps.
Here, where the fort still breathes,
Where time moves slow as ancient seas.
Where the desert’s voice is gentle, wide, and pure,
And every echo feels like something sure.
Oh Nizwa, let your quiet soul release—
Here, where the fort still breathes.
A single note,
A fading line,
A mirage,
Still alive.