Tuareg

In the white sand of the scorching desert
He was born, grew up fighting
Walking day and night
In the desert without missing a beat

For with great faith, he only stops to pray
For by the direction of the sun and the stars
In the hidden oasis, water he will find
For the man in the blue veil is Allah's chosen one

For he is a warrior
He is a bandit
Ah, he is a vigilante
He is a sorcerer
He is a Tuareg

Galloping on his shiny black horse
He comes all in blue
Proud and confident
Carrying his wrapped rifle
His dagger by his side
Always ready for whatever comes his way
For he is sentimental, humane, noble
He is Moorish, he is Muslim

For he is a warrior
He is a bandit
He is a vigilante
He is a sorcerer
He is a Tuareg