Chet Azawad

Chet Azawad They run, they are wandering around, everywhere The women with their children, the elderly, the population of Azawad. And they only want one thing: life, survival And you are everywhere, scattered, torn, running after your enemies. You think you have to serve the cause, but who suffers these women, the children the old ones? When will you finally understand that?

  • African
  • Blues
  • Guitar
  • Niger