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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