He came by and asked me whether April knocked at my door yet…I hid my face, and my house flew up with me and disappeared. I wanted to open to him and talk to him about love,,,I looked up and did not see but the flowers at the door…
You still come to my mind…,
Oh ye the Moon of all beautiful,
Oh ye the beautiful Evenings of October,
Oh ye my precious Gold.
You still come to my mind…,
Oh ye Beautiful and Arrogant,
Oh ye spread Beads on my high roof.
Summer has passed by along with its promises, along with love,
And we did not hear from you oh Moon,
And no one waved to us with a hand,
And the nights keep dragging on and passing way, ....and meanwhile you still come to my mind.
(To Listen to this Arabic Song, Click on: http://music.6arab.com/fairooz..ba3dak-3ala-bali.ram)
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