Te Molla
Arnon
You Molla
Where are you, my Ajshe, my Molla
Oh, Molla
Oh, Molla
You Molla, you left, my Molla
Oh, Molla
Oh, Molla
Ajshe, like the apple, Eve of Adam
I see your sin hidden under the dress
I love you a lot, I swear, head of my mother
But don't dare to dance tango with the devil
Are you Ajshe or Eve?
I got tired of being deceived
You like a snake hiding from me
I was intoxicated with poison
Ajshe
Where are you, my Ajshe, my Molla
Oh, Molla
Oh, Molla
You Molla, you left, my Molla
Oh, Molla
Oh, Molla
Where are you, my Ajshe, my Molla
Oh, Molla
Oh, Molla
You Molla, you left, my Molla
Oh, Molla
Oh, Molla
