Welcome to the valley of the Rif
Where all fields are green, scent wooded and musky
Mixture of mystical flavours
The smell of the musk sometimes turns into honey
I saw the old man on his donkey smocking sebsi
Wonderful show of sunrise till the sleep of the sun
No day takes place without a good glass of mint tea
All day takes place with a lot of good sebsi
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Welcome to the valley of narcotic buds
Here you can hear the drums rolling
You can hear the rhythm of their pounding
Sound like a deep tribal music
The spirit of Nas Elghiwane is still rising
Drums rolling, hear their pounding, tribal music is still rising
Drums rolling, hear their pounding, tribal music...
The view of the valley around the town is gorgeous,
The valley sides being terraced as far as the eye can see with kif fields
We were there in early summer and all the terraces were full of green plants
By hundred millions, by hundred millions, by hundred millions my God !
Drums rolling, hear their pounding, tribal music is still rising
Welcome to the valley
Wonderful show of sunrise till the sleep of the sun
No day takes place without a good glass of mint tea
All day takes place with a lot of good sebsi
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Slow, slow, slow
Welcome to the valley