MA DENBI Lyrics In English Translation - L7OR
Imagination Is A Theme,
And The Heart Is Lonely And Aching..
What Of Them Or Not Of Me,
What Is My Fault?
They Laughed At Me With Candles,
So My Milady Shed Tears.
Fear Is Gone,
It Is Forbidden To Be In My Path.
Oh Yama, Oh, Complain Against Your Son,
Complain With Him
Who Planted Thorns In My Way To Meet Him
And They Doubted Lugaid And Jett, So He Threw It At Me
I Saluted My Great God, Ga Ga, The Wind Turned Off
What Heartbreak And Loss Of The World Treachery
And They Made Us Forget About A Rotating Ball
Ara, Time, Ara, Colche Knew The Days
And The Wound Is Called A Wound, Except For The Principality
Don’t Tell Me Why He Is Wounded And My Wing Is Broken
O Zuhri, My Religion Is With You, We Go To Fatyara Or Babur
Tell The Beloved Rah Who Raided Us, Vapor
And My Story Among The People Is The Turn From Tangiers To Nador
Don’t Tell Me Why He Is Wounded And My Wing Is Broken
O Zuhri, My Religion Is With You, We Go To Fatyara Or Babur
Tell The Beloved Rah Who Raided Us, Vapor
And My Story Among The People Is The Turn From Tangiers To Nador
The Night Awakes And The Audiences Sing My Painters
Don’t Be Afraid Of My Words, What Vali Grammy
And Complain About Inciting The Wind So That It Doesn’t Flutter My Flags
And Henw Who Let The Mirror Come To Me While It Was In Front Of Me
I Want To Make You Cry Or Don’t Forget Me
Or Don’t Make Me Lost Between Yesterday And Today
And Every Time There Are Problems, Fisheries, And Riggers
And Two New Enemies Wish To Dry My Blood
Why Did The Whale Want To Fly While It Was Not Floating?
And A Day Is Like A Day, And Why Do We Regret It?
And The Sky That Is Full Of Clouds Poured Hands And There Is Noam
And You Are The Right Of The Oppressed,
And A Brother Who Conceals It Will Be Revealed In A Day
Don’t Tell Me Why He Is Wounded And My Wing Is Broken
O Zuhri, My Religion Is With You, We Go To Fatyara Or Babur
Tell The Beloved Rah Who Raided Us, Vapor
And My Story Among The People Is The Turn From Tangiers To Nador
Don’t Tell Me Why He’s Wounded And My Wing Is Broken
O Zuhri, My Religion Is With You, We Go To Fatyara Or Babur
Tell The Beloved Rah Who Raided Us, Vapor
And My Story Among The People Is The Turn From Tangiers To Nador
I Swear It Is Not My Fault Nor The Fault Of Those Who Made My Heart
Huma Who Fought Me And Called It My War
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