Текст песни Balti - Zawwali W Nheb N3ich 2013

I disappear and love to live by my mother
I spent the world and my apartment naughty two hours

I served the morning and I could bear the night
Go to plants in sick and sick brushes
We serve for Mali my sister nights
Afraid when you will be what you wished for my life
Every day and day we look at Karu
We bring a healthy oven to Omar Daru
My Falkar Mall and Kordi Malattar

Makhbi Wajhi, Mill Qahwaji, Ask me Dinar
Both of us and Malaki are notable and always be walking
Both solutions, and both are forbidden
My country, my country, my country, my country
My wickedness, my home, my wife and my children
Heim above the ground, our concern is length and width
You still love to live as long as you do not have any medicine

Go away and love to live .... Say to my mother, crying

We dreamed of people going to dress
We got the bag that Mercedes used to walk in
He served us and did not protect me, Marmaji and Qirbaji
Kahwagi and Chaouch, who is the one with the bank
We wear ml, freeze, bread, and milk
Even the meridian in Biladuvis and strange
The bill of light is mixed with water
Run away, your face is tired of an angel
They billions in billions, and we know in francs
Adopting them with sweaty brine Dima stain the dengue
A patch of dark zinc dreams of chateaux
You serve and eat and thieves eat gato
We replaced the mule for the Cretan bunch
Meridian Mill Reef of the capital is not in the map
We cried on Yama's bread, my men cried
They sold us and made us happy, oh my market and Dalal

I disappear and love to live .... tell my mother what you cry

The demise of this world yields hungry people in your belly
Who cooked in the bread thieves
They are the meat claw and the bone root
Meridian from feast to feast enter the flesh of dark
Busting between owners of Meridian Mosal
How do you get into your pants pocket?
We earned the exchange was poor by the letter
We were brought up by a man who did not carry a scar, he did not know
We carry and snap my head, we give the humiliation Caro
Mima and your son hardens Bash entering the summit of Darrow
Harissa and Sardina Musnad official
We serve ironing machine mixture on my department
Health, relieved, Nafeq Fajari and Sabah
We are caught at the door of Heaven, and you have no key
Your patience is little.