وين (wein)
الشامي (Al Shami)
Where
I didn't calculate my account, you don't let me sleep
You left me with my sorrows, and with Mima, all sorrows
I didn't calculate my account, why don't you let me sleep
You left me with my sorrows, and with Mima, all sorrows
Where did you sell my heart
And why did you forget everything
They said so many times, it got lost
Where did you sell my heart
And why did you forget everything
They said so many times, it got lost
With religion and begging, I took love
You threw me to the enemy so many times
I talked about love, oh mama, why
With religion and begging, I took love
You threw me to the enemy so many times
I talked about love, oh mama, why
Your eyes occupy me, your eyes draw me with your pens
I talk to you in music, oh minute, like it's a year ago
Your eyes occupy me, your eyes draw me with your pens
I talk to you in music, oh minute, like it's a year ago
Her imagination, I'm the tailor
I'm sewing the stars of the night, swearing to see you
Her imagination, I'm the tailor
I'm sewing the stars of the night, swearing to see you
With religion and begging, I took love
You threw me to the enemy so many times
I talked about love, oh mama, why
With religion and begging, I took love
You threw me to the enemy so many times
I talked about love, oh mama, why
Where did you sell my heart
And why did you forget everything
They said so many times, it got lost
