And my tribal outfit is a shawl with a sparkle from Al Mahira
Qira, Qira, oh rain
Oh blood spray, your loved ones
When the wound remains exposed and when we walk sadness as a life
From our blood, the earth drank pure water
Every speck of sand drank, grain by grain
Red water, bright in colour
So, the songs came back
You give me your name, a symbol of the homeland, a treasure of love
Qira Qira, oh rain, martyr of the people, welcome
The sun doesn't look more beautiful every day
Every day the palm trees grow taller and taller
Oh, I saw you, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, I saw you
When I saw the full moon rising in the sky of the country, I smiled
You are in the river, flowing and sober all your life
They imprinted on you, oh your features, from my shores
And whoever saw you once saw you
And your name is the Khatito Farhad, green grass in the gardens
Sleeping in the streets, sleeping in the city lamps
In suburban lanterns
Fill the Hilla Club with your resume
Your name made us able to see in the darkness of the night
And when you ask about this, I think he will intercede
It's still there
You won't like it, Shanabo
His voice is thin and hoarse
So-and-so's determination and health
He has a beautiful love story
Experience the pain of guarding and incite school children
They calmed down the military tricks
The structure or the veil has grown
Hello Al-Fanjaria
She has a flag, her words, and her new interests
The bells of the poem rang and the strings of solidity tightened
Shoulders pressed together on the track, Yaba
And my tribal outfit is a shawl with a sparkle from Al Mahira
Qira Qira, oh raindrop, raindrops of blood, your loved ones
When the wound remains vulnerable
And when we walk, sadness is a walk
I remained, my country, like my exile
My blood is being pursued and violated
Soldiers from the paths of Madai
In front of me are my mistakes and behind me
And my sin is my love for you, my home and my departure
My fault is my guardian, and you are my master and master
You live, my sin, as long as you live with me
I am not far away from you, neither will I miss nor come
May I ransom you, O tall one
O people of good opinion
And my heart is upon you, stone, longing for my warmth
I will accept where I can miss you while your father-in-law is my father-in-law
Asib Azzai Asibah and Kevin threw Azzai
In my loneliness and my consolation are his eyes and the hoarseness of singing
Your palm trees are the fruit of my youth
And your soul is inside me, Hamid and Hamim Gray
And my hand grips your archery spear
I look into the deserts of the night
Your bright morning rises
I ransom you if I remain in exile
I ransom you if you remain anchor
Soon the hamperip will open the windows of the beloved
The situation is good, Mohamed Ahmed, you can relax
The house is done Talk Talam
Rejoice, joy, dream, dream
How reassuring you are
Your right will come to you There is no doubt about it
And they miss out and justice prevails
And she sings or almost goes crazy?
The boy grew up inside the prison and she lost him
It's all over, it's all over
You don't want it and you like it
You find him in... not in prison, not in hiding
They don't tell you why you're walking
You don't want it and you crave it
You find him in... not in prison, not in hiding
It's all over, it's all over
Coming soon hambreap
Open your beloved's windows
The situation is good, Mohamed Ahmed, you can relax