God can bear witness when I think of Chaghaybou The pain in the stomach that takes hold of me Has no other remedy than a heart-to-heart with him late at night I love him and I love those he loves, into the life beyond I pine for those handsome and brave wearers of double turbans! Amongst them Ahmad, Hamad Ahad and their friend, Chaghaybou: The same who dine on grilled ram When I glimpse him dressed in his beautiful robes Smelling of a mixture of perfumes... His headdress crested, giving him the air of gazelles That race through dunes strewn with desert gourds If only I could become a stand in his mother's tent That way I would never miss a moment he inhabits Especially those when his mother is teaching him Tifinagh In the sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
