In the desert, in October,
All my thoughts are sane and sober.
When I met you, it's over.
You will in the near future.
I went the day you're gone,
In the mountains, high and thin,
When the air is cold and clear ...
I think I'll miss you, I think you will go.
I remember hearing a voice
You said my name, I turned around,
In the past, the night you found me,
When you come to Tashkurgan.
I wrap myself in your hands,
And when you sleep, I see your face,
Want to know if this place
Where can I stay. Where I belong.
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