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Skies that turning dark, 
possibly the heavy storm will come.
Storm that will not make you damp, 
I heard a strident blowing of the wind. 
Life in a desert is similar to a sand storm;
You will not know how dreadful will cause you. 
First time I step on this deserted land, 
In my heart and mind I pledge my dreams. 
A dream that I know will confiscate, 
all the burdens of my life. 
In the glass window, 
a sea that didn't make any noise from its water. 
Every day there's all men under the heat of sun 
or shivering cold of day.  
Sound from the mother tongue of different people 
made me hearing-impaired. 
In a gloomy night I didn't see the stars, 
stars that at least will give you light for the darkness of your path. 
Seasons that the tamar tree will bear it fruits.  
Suddenly I heard voices, 
but how I will distinguish it from laughter's or cried? 
Bliss on lips to the ladies whose selling flesh, 
Every time I saw this people I feel the pain from their heart, 
The bliss in their lips is not real.  
Money that you earned is not enough 
for those who lost their dignity. 
Now where's the oasis in the dessert? 
Every day I wake up and walk in the sand
but still I cannot see the oasis.

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