06.05.2024
Abeer Nehme - غني قليلا (Ghanni Qalilan) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Sing Me A Little
Birds, Sing Me A Little
Sing Me A Little, My Birds, because when I think about myself, I cry
And I don't have a neighbour to chat with him all the night
And I don't have neither family nor home
Every Night
Every Night comes I make a dress from tears and wear it
My Birds, Don't raise your voice, It's like a cup of sadness
I have been already saturated from my heart (by sadness) before serving this cup
Sing, Sing Me A Little
Don't Sing
Don't Sing, I'm like a tree branch that If the wind had reached my leaves it will be Broken
Be Broken
Ah
Sing, Sing
Sing, I made my soul to be like a star
In the nights of my poems
And left, yes, I had left
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