Imazighen (feat. Nostic)

In the year 2000 BC. in the north African desert, a warrior was born in the tribe of Touareg, “The Blue Men”. In the north African seas and deserts, under the light of the moon I right poems about the stars. I talk to the full moon and the falcon brings me the news about the serpents hidden in the hole. ...The army of Berbers when they get hit, they can hit harder. Fearless, sage, warriors and poets, who received their wisdom from the source by meditating inside dark caves. We have built a dynasty from Libya to Spain through Algeria, Mali, Nigeria and Mauritania. We are the Amazigh people of north Africa. Our king Hannibal had put Rom on its knees. With the army of Berbers, he invaded it with elephants. With my pen I tell the tells and the legends about my ancestors because it’s my roll to awaken their erased identity and their hidden history. Chorus From the top of the mount Gibraltar And the shores of the Mediterranean Sea And the burning sand of the desert We proclaim that we, the Berber men, Are the Leaders We are Imazighen dressed like Arabs with an Andalusian culture and a Sufi Islamic faith. In the way of the Sufi mystics I meditate in my retreat until I meat with the everlasting (God). My soul awakens and seeks for the beloved companion like a lover taken in the flow of music. This is the story of the enlightened guru Ibn El-Arabi whose religion was love. He said: ”I follow the way of love, and where love’s caravan takes it’s path, there is my religion and my faith.” Chorus From the top of the mount Gibraltar And the shores of the Mediterranean Sea And the burning sand of the desert We proclaim that we, the Berber men, Are the Leaders

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