[13:05.00]I pass valleys, a way among different civilizations
[13:05.00]Among different cultures, valleys, mountains under the heat of the red sun
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[13:05.00]If only you wish, I would be a chasm
[13:05.00]If only you wish, I would be a river
[13:05.00]I'll hear this call under sand's thorns
[13:05.00]But I'll overcome my hard way.
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[13:05.00]I know and I believe in words of the old shaman
[13:05.00]He told me about a forgotten way
[13:05.00]Not being afraid of snakes and wolves and to worship fire
[13:05.00]The nature to enjoy and trusting myself
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[13:05.00]The desert smells like the sea, open space and freshness.
[13:05.00]You see nothing. Endlessness. A scratch of space.
[13:05.00]Here is another silence. Like a lake, northern silence ‒ rings, and that is she.
[13:05.00]Here the silence is empty. It is no longer there.
[13:05.00]Nothing exists nothing.
[13:05.00]Columns of dust fly upon the desert as spirits and genies, protecting their possessions.
[13:05.00]Sands like herds of huge horses, rising under the clouds.
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[13:05.00]Desert is not yellow ‒ dried up, as it seemed before.
[13:05.00]It's grey-brown-yellow-green, seems more steppe than a desert.
[13:05.00]The ground is entirely covered with a dusty-green low grass,
[13:05.00]Branches of sexual, sickly yellow flowers.
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[13:05.00]Here and there the white animal's bones is growing and picked by winds.
[13:05.00]Gray-brown, low hills and dark grey, almost black silhouettes of the
[13:05.00]Altay mountains.
[13:05.00]White stains of the nomad's urtahs.
[13:05.00]The shepherd incredibly chooses the right grey roads, thread from a huge ball.
[13:05.00]Hidden in the desert, Desert is inside me