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Blood clot

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Blood clot

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 ransom you

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

Humprip

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

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