[1st VERSE / Chorus]
A divided people will never reach its goal
It will never cultivate an acacia free with beautiful leaves
It will never cultivate an acacia free with beautiful leaves
A divded people will loose its way
Each part of it will become an enemy in itself
Each part of it will become an enemy in itself
[Chorus]
[2nd VERSE]
Friends! Look after its well-being. Out there the tenere is thirsty
Its trees arе dessicated. Women and childrеn await its water
Its trees are dessicated. Women and children await its water
[Chorus]
[3rd VERSE]
In the time of revolt, we all rested under the shadow of its trees
And drank from its gourds, which were full of water
And drank from its gourds, which were full of water