THE TRAVELLER IN THE DESERT
I am a traveller in the lone desert
It's nothing special
I can stand the wind
I can stand the thirst
And the sun
I know how to go and walk
Until the setting of the sun
In the desert, flat and empty, where nothing is given
My head is alert, awake
I have climbed up and climbed down
The mountains where I was born
I know in which caves the water is hidden
These worries are my friends
I'm always on familiar terms with them and that
Gives birth to the stories of my life
You who are organised, a**embled, walking together
Hand in hand, you're living
A path which is empty of meaning
In truth, you're all alone
I am a traveller in the lone desert
It's nothing special
I can stand the wind
I can stand the thirst
And the sun
I know how to go and walk
Until the setting of the sun
In the desert, flat and empty, where nothing is given
My head is alert, awake
I have climbed up and climbed down
The mountains where I was born
I know in which caves the water is hidden
These worries are my friends
I'm always on familiar terms with them and that
Gives birth to the stories of my life
You who are organised, a**embled, walking together
Hand in hand, you're living
A path which is empty of meaning
In truth, you're all alone