TUL8TE - QESM EL SHAKAWY | توو ليت - قسم الشكاوي

Look, look, they envy me for her Look,

look, they envy me for her How

beautiful you are, how beautiful you are, how beautiful you are This is

Lebanese-Lebanese beauty, she has an Italian look, and there is nothing

like her in my country

God, I will take her from her home to my home And dig the ground for

you Someone will come and see you, my mother will say, God, my

beloved is embarrassed I spilled my blood over her a million And

I will sing to you at the top of my voice My beloved will not come after him And I will

tell you something, my beloved, if they hurt you, calm down And consider me a poison of

complaints If they annoy you, I will hit the nail on the head And

I will tell you stories, my beloved, if they hurt you, calm down And

excuse me The section of complaints If you annoy me, I will hit the nail on the head