A man of the sands
From treeless plains
He leaves his country
Beyond the dunes
Running for fortune
Because paradise for him
Is nothing but a garden
Below the rain
Salma ya salama
I greet you ya salama
Salma ya salama
I'll come back bessalama
But the man of the sands
To take the trip
Has nothing but hope in his heart
One day he comes
He touches the seashore
In front of him, he sees flowers,
The great river of happiness
Salma ya salama
I greet you ya salama
Salma ya salama
I'll come back bessalama
It was a mirage
There was no river
And the good and rich
And sweet earth
Was nothing but sand
He takes his path again
Towards another source
He will not stop finding
The wells of freedom
Salma ya salama
I greet you ya salama
Salma ya salama
I'll come back bessalama