[Tinariwen]
(Introduction in French)

[Tunng]
Death is here, counting out the days
When she arrives, there'll be no remedies
Let the blood boil if it's in your veins
When the sun rises, take up your arms again

[Tinariwen] (in Tamasheq)
Death is here, she’s counting the days
When she arrives, there will be no more remedies
Let the blood boil if it is really in your veins
At the break of day, take your arms and take to the hilltops

We kill our enemies and become like eagles
We’ll liberate all those who live in the plains
Joy will come and spread across the horizon
The youth will rediscover fulfilment, and express it with feasting
We’ll dig wells and cultivate gardens