A tuareg blended in the dunes of the sahara
As the night beckoned the shelter of moonlight
He Asks: que veux-tu, oh nuit solitaire?
pourquoi m'as-tu amené ici? quel est mon but
The shivering sands beneath his feet answers
Years pass by fading their camel's footprints
Of voyages that sail with the ships of the desert
Each with a different purpose but actually the same
To complete thier journey towards their paradise
A destination each one hopes to reach one day
Some carry burdens, some nothing but their hearts
Some come with gifts, some with nothing but piety
Thousands have come and thousands will come
And some will ask the same question as yours
So I say to you, ton but n'est rien de plus
So to them you say, que la façon dont vous
choisissez de prendre votre voyage
And with these words the sands fell silent again