I am a desert, O God, with the longing of a drop of water for a lifetime, I see the sea from afar, in the mirage of spring, there is a name for me! An old name in the book My Conversation with the Sky, why does it remain unanswered?
Oh God! Oh God! Desert! Desert! Tell me that the clouds are falling! I want to die!
If it rains, slowly and drizzle on my dry lips, the green hair of the forest covers the growth of the bird, makes it nest!
Oh God! Oh God! Desert! Desert! Tell me that the clouds are falling! I want to take a life.
