Timgad oldOh stones, will you tell meHow was your empire offMy gaze between columns weaselIn me, Timgad, you're more ruinsI see you in all your mightSubtle mixture of glory and easeMy thought comes to you for a moment of forgetfulnessHere is your people, I hear her cryWelcoming, cheering men and tanksMe, arms outstretched, her hair disheveledI am looking for a legionary randomlySee myself running to first lookFor a kiss that will freeze timeIn my memory, this springThe cries echo in my heartI shudder in your arenas where gladiatorsFaced with their rage spewing beastsHave to hand weapons, CourageAnd rage to live on the faceMy heart sinks and risesThe rhythm of snarling power of the swordThen everything off, flat silenceThere is only one man wanderingWith a weary look, he seeks supportConquered my spirit flies to himMy tears I wash his woundsGives him drunk my lips grazingLooking towards the tribune, implore thanksA thumbs-up and my pain fadesI am driven by a huge outcryIt is always the parade, happinessBut after a moment, the dream endsWhile the ruins, the sun rises
