Cheb Mirou 2025 Malek Ya Zahri ft Rami Latinos [كابر ڤليل من بكري طافية ]

A cup of coffee has been turned off since early morning. The risk must go,

there is no mafia with a

goal, and I am seeking

well-being. I have worked hard, I am tired, and I have suffered, even in

our home and in comfort. I have no friends to do anything with. And the

lightning of the night has been turned off.

The risk must go, there is no mafia without a

goal, and I am seeking

well-being. I have worked hard, I am tired, and I have suffered. Even in

our home and comfort I did not find my friends with

interpretation and I am

Zerq Oh Malik, oh Zari, turn your back on me and I have

my back alone You left me without a husband My destiny is hard

and the ball is not broken Oh Malik, oh Zari, live as a kitten You are

my desire and it has become in my treasury With you we fight A broken heart

that will tear apart

Shikor, don't you come, don't you come

What happened in the neighborhood? I was shocked. I was shocked. I knocked on the door. I

knocked on the vine. We sit and

laugh. We go

to something, my enemy, to make me happy. Excuse me, I am Shari. I am a loser. I am a

loser.

When I was shocked, I was shocked. I knocked on the door. People are stupid. A fighter in business,

even if he is a fighter in words,

come here and go, everything

passes here, an enemy who rejoices for me, and excuse me, I bought a

button, and the fault is my profit. Read, let me

bring this, my master. Okay, until I said, “O Malik,

O fighter, put me out. You are in your house, and I am in the house alone. You left me to betray

you, and the soul did not

come back, oh Malik Ya Zar Ajabak, you are my wish, and no

one else, Ya Al-Qare’, my watch is the same

The tear from my eye, Cyrus is free, dear to my heart, and

I stand in the wilderness, my master, the army, the

heart

of my mother, the companionship and the neighbor, the servants do not change

the continent, Sa’ib

Al-Arli,

the nesting, Friday, Ss, the hot, dear to my heart And

I stand in the bar, Mr. Josh,

bless my mother's heart, Miss

Skowa, and why the company and

dragged him to the shower, the clothes are covered with tar, the papers are difficult, the one who gave them is my profit, tied,

my stress is measured, and the day is legal,

the horses are tied to me, crowded with the

steps of jurisprudence, the obsession has ridden me, my ears are transparent, oh the bottom of the

people in The road to Damran, we will not cut off

Sheels, every neighborhood will remain in

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Al-Ahbas,

haha, say, say, say

[applause]

Oh king, oh Zari, you are my sight, and I am

aware and my mouth and my destiny is tightened, and it remains in other than

the ball, oh Zari,

what is your reason, oh

yours, may it be stuffed for you, no companionship, no affairs

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Ain Haziz Alfal