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It happens that a full-flowing river

in the quicksand,

two will dream when the lips dry up

from the wind of changes harsh in the destinies.

They go to meet at random, like a mirage,

the smell of a river visible in the distance,

believing in hope and luck,

a sip of a dream among the sands is salvation.

And, finally, they find a paradise,

an oasis of happiness and love, and

drink greedily, not remembering about the reality

that calls them to their former places.

The desert path is far away,

and we must hurry,

with the arrival of night, the cold comes,

so I want to hide and make a fire

so that I have a clear dream.

About that oasis, as a salvation,

about the feelings of a new birth.

About how, having drunk each

other’s dream, they never parted again.