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I wake in a world so far from mine,

A dim remembrance - my only heritage,

The place where I was born - wasteland of rust and salt,

Once a harbor now kingdom of sand - my land, my home,

My everything!

My father - you're gone and I can't hear your call,

As the fishermen sail at the brink of dawn,

Gaze at the caravan up from rocky shores,

A man and his will,

The fallen in paradise!

Now here my call,

Where is my beloved sea?

Why did it abandon me?

A serpent hiss - and the miracle is gone,

The waves of sand - the grains of time,

Instead of fertile, life blooming Aral sea,

Just a memory,

Far from the east and so far from the west -

This barren world!

The serpent is kind compared to man,

The grains of time - the waves of sand,

Instead of a place called home - hermit on my own,

Wander endlessly,

Far from the east and so far from the west -

This barren world!