| Even if I seem to be smiling | |
| My heart is chapped and cracked. | |
| It’s been years since I’ve lived in my worries. | |
| You never learn a thing | |
| You never impart a thing. | |
| You incubate hatred all the while. | |
| My brothers, why all the misunderstanding | |
| In this arid desert strewn with dead trees. | |
| My brothers, is there anything more delightful | |
| Than being distracted and engrossed | |
| In the middle of a tindé and iswat* |
| Even if I seem to be smiling | |
| My heart is chapped and cracked. | |
| It' s been years since I' ve lived in my worries. | |
| You never learn a thing | |
| You never impart a thing. | |
| You incubate hatred all the while. | |
| My brothers, why all the misunderstanding | |
| In this arid desert strewn with dead trees. | |
| My brothers, is there anything more delightful | |
| Than being distracted and engrossed | |
| In the middle of a tinde and iswat |
| Even if I seem to be smiling | |
| My heart is chapped and cracked. | |
| It' s been years since I' ve lived in my worries. | |
| You never learn a thing | |
| You never impart a thing. | |
| You incubate hatred all the while. | |
| My brothers, why all the misunderstanding | |
| In this arid desert strewn with dead trees. | |
| My brothers, is there anything more delightful | |
| Than being distracted and engrossed | |
| In the middle of a tindé and iswat |