Amassakoul 'N' Ténéré
THE TRAVELLER IN THE DESERT
I am a traveller in the lone desertIt's nothing specialI can stand the windI can stand the thirstAnd the sunI know how to go and walkUntil the setting of the sunIn the desert, flat and empty, where nothing is givenMy head is alert, awakeI have climbed up and climbed downThe mountains where I was bornI know in which caves the water is hiddenThese worries are my friendsI'm always on familiar terms with them and thatGives birth to the stories of my lifeYou who are organised, assembled, walking togetherHand in hand, you're livingA path which is empty of meaningIn truth, you're all alone