Al-Owla Bhayati…(Who Was the First in My Life
To whom was the first in my life…my greeting…my love…and beautiful desires
Good morning if it is morning…Good evening if it is evening
My inspirer and my memories love
I am destitute…and my suffering took a long time
The dearly loves, the precious, the goodness, and the faithful
The wrangle took long time…and my weakness become very clear
I need to the word…my love
And my love is far away from me…ooh world
To whom was the first in my life…my greeting...my love...and beautiful desires
The last news…smile and hear it…I am walking my memories street alone
A perfume, which you were like it, enticed me
I bought it and went to the home
And sprayed on your picture
You are fraudulent…from the picture you got out
And kiss me…yah…kiss me…our wrangle took so long my life
To whom was the first in my life….my greeting….my love…and
beautiful desires
Entaha Elmeshwar…The Tour Has Finished
I say it in abbreviation…in abbreviation…the tour has finished…the tour has finished
It is like we were in a train…friends but in a train
Happy journey…happy journey…and the rest for monumental
I say it in abbreviation…in abbreviation….the tour has finished…the tour has finished
The illusion was lying upon us or the circumstances
We were scaring from the truth….and not any scare
The truth…I am bleeding…truth…I am bleeding…and you are arranging the letters as you like
I live you the infancy baby…and I love you the infancy baby
You are burden in all avenues in my life…ooh my exile…ooh my exile
I live you the infancy baby…and I love you the infancy baby
You get lost…and for sure I will get lost if I continue
The time has broken…In my eyes views…ooh weakness
I hope you feel the weakness or you understand the meaning of tiredness and hurts
I say it in abbreviation….in abbreviation…the tour has finished…the tour has finished
I am not the handkerchief (Al-Ghotwah)…no…legal daughter (Bent Al-halal
And I am not the vial of the precious perfume which is finished
I remember the relentless…and the injury when it bleeding
And I remember the hush…and the sad night toil…and who hurt
The past…I want to forget it
And the yearning…I want to forget it
And I will leave the news and the promise and (Al-Mesyar
And say it
I say it in abbreviation….in abbreviation…the tour has finished…the tour has finished
Geetak Amshy…I Come to You…Walking
My love…my love…my love
I come to you…Walking on my nerve…on my tears….my pride…and did not reach you
I come to you…Walking on my injuries…on my soul pain…all my purity…and did not reach you
I wonder…is this the price of my patience and sufferance???...oh my love…on my fortune of you
Ooh my life warmth...my life all sacrifice for you
Until when I will stay running beyond you????
All kinds of pain were chasing me
And I am running beyond you...running beyond you
I am complaining suffer thirst…complaining the pain
Where are you????...At which place???
I am walking at torture middle…and waiting your return now
All what I scare of you…to be illusion…or to be fume
I come to you…Walking on my nerve…on my tears…my pride…and did not reach you
I come to you…Walking on my injuries…on my soul pain…all my purity…and did not reach you
I wonder…is this the price of my patience and sufferance???...oh my love…on my fortune of you
On my fortune of you
Harib mn Al-Ahbab…Escape from Lovable People
I escape from lovable people…escape from friends…from every city, guard and doors
I escape from a wonderful home…every eye wish it (every one
We were, me and you, under its shadow…a two birds
We divided the laugh and the tear over two persons
Bad distrust played with kind heart…and the home roof fall down…and the great love
Jealousy…and after jealousy…distrust…and after distrust… A hell intimacy
I escape from lovable people…escape from friends….from every city, guard and doors
I am opening my eyes and do not see them in the mad night
Sghaier ow Mlaab…Small and Tricky
Small and tricky (player)…and playing with my heart
Let us go oh baba…I scare from him...to keep me away from him…oh baba
Thank you for this kind soul…oh baba
He drop his tears…kiss his cheeks…his motions are so beautiful…oh baba
And when I get close to him…he winks me and escapes….I get crazy and wring…
He drops his tears….kiss his cheeks…his motions are so beautiful
Small and tricky (player)…and playing with my heart
Let us go oh baba…I scare from him…to keep me away from him…oh baba
Thank you for this kind soul…oh baba
Beside me…he is walking…wink me by his eyelash…Arousing me (Hareshny hersha)…oh baba
And I am warm hearted…and quickly feel safety…and this is not secure
Beside me…he is walking…wink me by his eyelash…Arousing me (Hareshny hersha)…oh baba
Small and tricky (player)….and playing with my heart
Let us go oh baba…I scare from him…to keep me away from you
Thank you for this kind soul…oh baba
Mashi bi Sharie...Walking in a Street
Walking in a street…quiet…empty from people
Just me alone…and the umbrella…and the rain
The bag in my laps….and the journals…and the pictures
The sun is sunset…and the wind playing by the trees
Walking…Walking in a street
Suddenly…I hear a voice of step…running…running
I turn and see a beautiful lady…beautiful I interest with her
She says in curtsey…could I protect under the umbrella
And she protected beside me oh my goodness…by all infancy…you feel her baby
And a beautiful story is started…beautiful chance…and she is more beautiful
Thousand kiss…to rain…to umbrella…and to fate
Walking
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Lak Ayami…(My Days for You
My days all for you…but you stint by a day
So how if they were seconds???…miserly…your way of giving is not a good way
One at rest and the other suffering
Come and dismount the difficulty from my chest
Come and do not omit my kindness
I become weary of that if you want the truth
And I do not want another love instead of you
See…no body for the lover except his love
See…just my laps will make you happy
My days all for you…but you stint by a day
So how if they were seconds???…miserly…your way of giving is not a good way
One at rest and the other suffering
My days all for you…but you stint by a day
Tetbaghdad Alaina… He Conceit on Us
He conceit on us…and we are from Baghdad
Play another game hay you Mister
Al-Rafiden gazelle hunt…and does not get hunt
Collect the nets and go hunter
The love is a feeling not by force and obstinacy
He conceit on us…and we are from Baghdad
If you have a medicine for the deprived of love
No similar to my chest worries
Return my love to me even though a half day
I lived in the doctor's district…but all medicines are not usefulness…
He conceit on us…and we are from Baghdad
I know you from your speech tone
Karradah, Aathameyah, Al-Kasrah, Abu-Saifain
Shawwakah, Al-Fathel, Zayyonah, Btaween… (All those are districts in Baghdad
And every one who croon…become melodist
He conceit on us…and we are from Baghdad
My uncle…frankly…we want witness
I love this graceful and black eyes
I reserve for you…return back to your family
You are not Baghdadian and not Baghdad son
He conceit on us…and we are from Baghdad
Taharraky… Move
Move one step…half lover…because I do not want a half lover
The earthquakes all night hit me…And you put leg over leg (legs crossed)…move
And you are the last thing which my problem does mean
and who sharing me…my sad and my fatigue
Move
Move one step…half lover…because I do not want a half lover…
The earthquakes all night hit me…And you put leg over leg (legs crossed)…move
Wetting once by water or my blood …any try the death once over eyes
I am stranger…exiled…and stealed
And your eyes snow covers all my deepnesses
Move
Move one step…half lover…because I do not want a half lover
The earthquakes all night hit me…And you put leg over leg (legs crossed)…move
Are you afraid from my auditions love ??
Or from my tolerance to my thoughts and my longings
Do not think that my feel discrepant me….because my heart is infantile like my ethics
Move
Move one step…half lover…because I do not want a half lover
The earthquakes all night hit me…And you put leg over leg (legs crossed)…move
El-Binayyah… The Daughter
The daughter…she is beautiful…The daughter
The daughter…she is so affectionate
The daughter…she is arousing me
The daughter…hala hala hala hala
The hand is chocolate
And the mouth…I sacrifices oneself for it
And the cheek…I kiss it and make it crying
There are problem with this…no it is not
She went and grouched me to her grandfather
We do not know from her grandfather that she is playing with
The problem just…the kissing of her cheek
There are problem with this…no it is not
Must running and hug her once…and sting the cheek apples
This cheek…I do not become sated from it
There are problem with this…no it is not
Have a rest on her cheek
And have my lunch from her cheek
And spread it and extend on it
There are problem with this…no it is not
She wiggles her mouth and cheek
Wink me…and running to her mother
Must take her in my lap and hug her
There are problem with this….no it is not
The hand is chocolate
And the mouth…I sacrifices oneself for it
And the cheek…I kiss it and make it crying
There are problem with this…no it is not
She went and grouched me to her grandfather
We do not know from her grandfather that she is playing with
There are problem with this…no it is not
Ergaa Habeeby… Come Back My Love
Come back…come back…come back my love…come back
Come back my love…come back the precious lover to me
Loneliness and leisure damaged my nerves
You leave me alone between four walls
Sleep and wake on tragedy and privation
Come back…come back…come back my love…come back
Come back my love…our matters are from each others…come back my love…my love
Each part of me…still waiting you…come back my love…my love
You leave me a tear…shed on cheeks
You are torturing your love…and you are torturous
After you…I announce a strike on all things….on all precious things that I have
On my gladness and happiness…on my self also….on all my friends
Come back my love
Come back my love…come back the precious lover to me
Loneliness and leisure damaged my nerves
Come back…come back…come back my love…come back
Wa Enny Ohebboki… And I love you
And I love you
But…I scare…I scare…I scare embroilment of you…Regarded of you…unification of yo
And I love you
The auditions have taught me avoidance of women doting…And the seas wave
And I love you
Let me pour you the tea…you are fabulous loveliness this morning
Let me translate some of seats speeches when they deliberating of you
Let me express what coming in the cups mind when they thinking of your lips
Do you like the tea???
Does one peace of sugar is sufficiency for you as you were always??
But for me, I prefer your face without sugar
Let me say by all the ,,,,,,,,s which you know and do not know…I love you
Let me search for vocabulary to be as much as missing you…missing you
Let me thinking instead of you…and missing instead of you
And crying and laughing instead of you
And cancel the distance between the imagination and the certitude
Let me call you by all proclaim letters
Perhaps when I singing your ,,,,, you will born from my lips
Let me establish a love country
You…To be the queen of it
And me…to be the greatest lover of it
And I love you
WITH ALLLLLLLLLLL MY LOOOOOOOOOOOVE TAJ AD-DEEN THA'AER
الأحد مايو 18, 2008 10:21 am
