مرتضى حرب يايمه شلون يالولد

The words of Yaymeh Shalon's poem are written

How many people do you have

If you go boy, how are you?

How many people do you have

If you go boy, how are you?

Khaf Ya'alon Khaf Ya'alon

If you fall, my boy will be afraid, Yaelon

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I saw a lot of people

Take away your mother

Daily, calculate your height

I replied growing up my sign

Dominate my soul with your wedding

And a fantasy wedding gear

Wake up and wipe your face

Tears of my nights eyes

next to it

Effat tired nights

I see you slaughtered

I don't think so

Gant Albal Gant Albal

Your wedding and the wedding are in my mind

MOLLEGTAL MOLLEGTAL

Your knee is too high for a fight

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Jassim, I replied to your eyelid

Come to my life

Hasbali Al-Kabir is next

Your jaw bends my back

It's your mother and I see you get slaughtered

Jashnee Sabri

You bleed and he bleeds you

Turns my chest

Your uncle and your uncle

yayh khudry

We move buckle and he

Love is scarce

Walk and Blayak Walk Blake

I want to go into captivity and walk with you

We lose your right, we lose your right

Pregnancy

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Her eyes lost her son

And grow up Wei Alfrk her sadness

She misses him and it gets cold

He was dyed with the blood of the wedding

smash it

And he broke the big buck

i miss him

And he's dreaming of a wedding

And Jassim's wedding is his dream

I grew up in my dreams

And the news of your death destroyed it

Right Hashem Zalm

In his battle to raise his flag

Only your mother instead of your blood

She wanted to shed his blood

I stay up at night, I stay up at night

And fatigue and God, who stays awake at night

The tricks are destroyed The tricks are destroyed

And the blame is on you, the tricks are destroyed

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I'm smacking I hold his knife

I see a wedding with him

And the hollows of the folds of the palate

Matrosa for him

Lakhimne Sherdak laughing

He died from a lip

Uncle Jassa Fadak

Yabo, the grandmother of the museum

Mazhoum Al-Hussein Wadl

Your journey is made

And he's your mother away from your mother

Tears in my eyes

Mahzoum Hussain Mahzoom Hussain

And the kemar is a disaster for Mahdhum Hussein

The tears of the eye fade, the tears of the eye fade

And the back is bent, and the eyes are shedding tears

Al-Rayeh is her son, how is it with her?

If Morocco jingle on it

And she remembers the muffler with her hands

Being the boy's mother is the boy's cable

get rid of his life

Until the morning of his face remains

The light of the darkness is great

And the path guides him with his hand

If he loses his sight

Why is your mother Yuli?

I see you cut off its edge

Your will is drying him up

And bring it down big

Amazed how much blood

Your knee is broken

I wanted you help I wanted you help

I wanted to see you help me

The West of Al-Yahdun The West of Al-Yahdun

Unfortunately, it is to the west of Al-Yahdoun