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I dreamed that the river was talking to me
With a voice of snowy peaks
And sweetly, it reminded me
Of the things from my homeland.

You who can, come back ...
Said the river crying.
The hills that you love so much,
He said,
There they are waiting for you.

It's a sad thing to be a river
Who could be a lagoon ...
To hear the whistle of the reed
When kissed by the moon ...

How similar things are
Your destiny and mine:
To live singing and suffering
Through those long roads.

You who can, come back ...
Said the river crying.
The hills that you love so much,
He said,
There they are waiting for you.

You who can, come back ...
You who can, come back ...