She walks like the hills Bare feet, steady and sure Henna on her hands Old songs in her hair Her mother taught strength By the loom and the flame She carries the dawn With her own true name No chain on her wrist No shadow on her line She rises from dust Like gold in the light Amazigh women, rise Amazigh women, shine Free in the wind Free in their minds Amazigh women, rise Hold the mountain high We are the daughters We are the fire From the Atlas stones To the blue of the sea They keep their old words Alive in the breeze Salt on the road And pride in their eyes They sing to the sky They do not hide No cage for the soul No fear in the drum She answers the night And makes it come undone Amazigh women, rise Amazigh women, shine Free in the wind Free in their minds Amazigh women, rise Hold the mountain high We are the daughters We are the fire Let the old names bloom Let the world hear clear A brave heart can stand Through every year One voice, many hearts One line, one song Amazigh forever We carry on Amazigh women, rise Amazigh women, shine Free in the wind Free in their minds Amazigh women, rise Hold the mountain high We are the daughters We are the fire
