son of desert

In the valley, what do I see....
I see the wind blows the sands of the desert
young sweet lilies between the stone in the sideway
where the pilgrim used to walked by

In the valley what do I see
I see the little birds tweeting nicely
under the cacti leaves which has grown so high
without water, only piercing light and heat

In the valley What, do I see
the sleepy eyes of the travellers
who hope to reach the home with all their might
with the flute on their lips
playing the songs of the fatherland

In the valley what do I see