O my dona I am a man he lost the love
He lost the night he lost the sky
and retains to me, just your eys
looks attentively at her every evening
oh, you are a soul of world O my headkerchief.
The flying dream by the air, came so sweet
The sultry flame became tired in the winter
who are you, tell me, i spent my life run after you
Between the likeness of the women
O dream moved away don`t know where,
from my fatigued heart how still? ? !
hazem al jaber
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