Under the hot sun he’s holding his way
Dying of thirst, without taking a breath
He knows there isn’t a moment to loose
In guileful desert

But, after all
He’ll find a vivifying spring
He’ll come into blooming gardens
Lying on the grass
He’ll leave behind all miseries
Let’s hope it won’t be mirage

The beads of sweat are streaming down his forehead
The sand and dust are obscuring his eyes
Stand firm, be a man, do not loose you mind
And at the end…

You’ll find the way
You’ll reach a vivifying spring
You’ll come into a blooming garden
Quench your thirst
But be careful, don’t relax
Beware of getting into mirage

In your bad nightmares you see desert sands
Like a baited beast you go on in your way
You are trying so hard to keep up your life
Only an oasis won’t let you to die

You’ll find the way
You’ll reach a vivifying spring
You’ll come into a blooming garden
Quench your thirst
But be careful, don’t relax
Beware of getting into mirage

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