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Kal timasniwen
03:40
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Oh people of Timasniwen you must be together and become one.
The wars between the ethnic groups must finish or our people will no longer exist.
We will never have a future if we don't educate ours childrens in equality and freedom.
You all know it well, we were all born of the same father.
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Akalwanla
05:30
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The land that belonged to us no longer exists. Evil has multiplied among all our brothers.
There is no more respect between family and neighbours. The respect of our ancestors no longer exists.
If we are always separated we will never be able to build a future.
The land that belonged to us should live in peace, freedom, joy and prosperity.
The land that belonged to us should live in peace, like all the lands of all free people.
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Idrach
05:09
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For many years my soul has searched for traces of the love of yesteryear, but my heart has told me that there are none left...
My soul has searched for even the traces of the values of yesteryear, but I have not found them because there are none nowadays...
No one is sensitive to the pain of his neighbour any more. Joy has left the hearts, love weeps in abandonment.
My dear friends, this love is not compatible with negative behaviour, to whom you bear it give its value, that God will raise you up through this love.
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Tagharoust
03:19
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Greetings to my entire village Tagharoust. I was born in the village of Tagharoust. To the east of Tagharoust is the mountain Timtelout.
When I think of my village I remember the dances and the sound of the tendé. I look at the timewen* under the shade of the tigiyeren*
I do not forget the islands of my home, from Bamba to Tagharoust. I look forward to coming to the islands of Tagharoust, to talk with my sisters and brothers in joy and freedom.
* desert trees.
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Animanghan
04:08
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My thoughts fly away and my heart cries for my community who live in the desert.
Where is he, but where is my friend who used to accompany me in the pastures to the north?
With whom I went in search of the young camels looking for salt in the desert.
I am about to go in the dark towards the stars to the hills on the edge of Ikra.
This tagharte* that we know well and under which I find myself with my people.
This tagharte* with which I share my thoughts, which holds back the tears of my dear sisters
* Desert tree.
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Temewtin
05:07
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Every person has a moment of reverie when thoughts of love fill the head. This is my "temewtin", my love.
Your love lodges in my soul, it carries my heart. Wherever I go, I will protect it from enemies.
Your way of being enchants my soul, my heart is happy, my mind is calm.
True love is that which is clear and natural, it does not hide, it is visible, it is light on the soul.
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Achababan
05:36
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Oh young people, Kel Tamasheq (Tuareg) brothers and sisters, remember this culture of ours.
Oh young people of this new generation, do not submit to these divisive times.
Unite against the enemies and build on truth and honour.
And have mercy on our grandfathers and grandmothers who have no place to live in their own land.
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Amidinin
03:06
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My friend, what do you think of this world where love no longer exists?
We are always in a hurry, we lack dignity. We hate ourselves, we are always in a hurry.
Oh my people, with your culture and your freedom! We hate each other, we make enemies.
Oh my friend, when I leave this world you will think of me, for life is nothing but the traces we leave behind.
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Timchar
05:54
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Oh men, the Sahara is wounded and abandoned.
All that remains are the carcasses and traces of the men who have since left and who have left behind them the history written in tifinagh.
All that remains in the Sahara are memories that hurt the soul, memories of our people who are no longer there.
The people have fled the enemies to the cities, and the men look at their sisters in suffering and abandonment. They live surrounded by suffering and especially by hatred.
Oh men, the Sahara is wounded and abandoned.
All that remains are the carcasses and traces of the men who have since left and who have left behind them the history written on the mountains.
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