مهرجان الاسم دبابه - حوده بند

The Name Festival, Dababah (patchwork, paper and pen), Houda Hazak - Muslim - Tito - without Net

My name is my palm alone terrifying a black mountain

And take the era of my way Mamchish with Andal

The origin of the ship is not deficient, and it sinks at the hands of children

I wish I would like to leave the owners of the heroes

My handkerchief is still healthy, and the man is a cloud and dominant in my side, in the name of Dababah

You do not have a name for it or not

And the shoulder is knotted, I don’t build, why or what

The wound is in the face of a teacher, I admire my words

Because if you speak, you will not see someone in front of me

Jane punched you ask me now to be one

The heart refuses to liquidate and is frustrated with inanimate objects

When I missed two days, I received the best consolation

And they said, your elders died, and I wish too would forget

And I turned from my pain, I have a support

When my soul doubled the shock was rigid

I saved all patience and truth

You are the lie, I am on a street

I dearly tell you one day you will go to Jaen

No matter how much love lasts, it is lost and not there

My blood is all alcohol in my eyes, I can't see

By God, I will not be lying and not afraid

Two yellows, and you are jealous, and I am scattering

You will lose my heart, but I am a carve

Whatever I say, I don't know how to break it

You lost my appreciation. I appreciate it

Why do you remember? Why do you think?

And because you do not walk, you will deal, I am Mary

O friends and you don’t walk, why do you go coldly

Who told you that I am sad on the contrary, I am happy

We all go without come, O death

My son, your foundation is clay, and why do you live tyranny

I would like to bring you to the last. I am qualified

On my wound, who means you, I am daring

Shail and Nawi Ahenko Mlish I am a card

My days between me and Benko Iamco are stealing

Telephony, I am working, why are you asked?

And when the situation is all right, he gets angled

See me, with my money, my number will be recorded

O owner of Aunt, uncle Mufahmash

Notebook, paper and pen are planning for me

The step is a wound and pain, drawing upon my problems

I am in you, uh, my friend is shocked, in the end is going on

Sitting waiting waiting for me