Our souls run
Like two parallel rivers.
We're walking the same path
Under the same skies.
We cannot draw closer
Our peaceful lives:
Between the two of us, there's a land
Of cypress and palm trees.
In the yellow meanders
Of lilies, green with peace,
I feel as if I were being followed
By your soft heartbeat.
And I hear your waters,
Both trembling and friendly;
From the source to the sea,
Our ancient motherland.