| 1/ Hot of the hell, no shadows |
| The sand and stone, the petite dust |
| The dry out landscare a sand dunies |
| A sillent and untiring killer |
| A marble mountain is bury of sand |
| Sometimes oasis — little paradise |
| A chameleon is in a hurry to shadow |
| So as scorpion incorruptible cannibal |
| 2/ A flood of sweat flowing down over body |
| E few drops of water remaining in the pack |
| A camel kneeling down of tiredness |
| And a bleary eyes gape at heaven |
| A death arrivaling — a last spasms |
| A carcass of animal lies at desert |
| A sand makes a move, so when he flowing |
| And carrions running to food |
| 3/ A gigantic thirst torturing your body |
| You must go on over your legs |
| A death wave to greetings in hells oven |
| A fatal mistake — travel alone |
| A blue peoples fro the tuareg klan |
| They watching your hopeles fight from the hidding place |
| They will wait with pleasure of soon the end |
| You are only next souce for them |