قسم الشكاوي (وهحكيلك حكاوي) - تووليت - Qesm Elmshakel - TUL8TE

Come on, look, look at the one who envies me

for her. Look, look at the one who envies me for her. How beautiful you are, how beautiful you are, how

beautiful you are. Her

beauty is Lebanese, her beauty is Italian, and

there is nothing like her in my country.

By God, I will take her from her home to my home and I will gladden the earth

with roses. On you, what God will say,

my beloved is embarrassed, my blood is spilled over her a million times,

and I sing to Koub to the voice of my beloved, who will never come after him

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I will tell you something, and my beloved, if they hurt you, calm down,

and you will excuse me, the poison of the complaint, and if they bother you, I will hit Noo and

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

you will excuse me, the section of complaints, if you laugh I will hit Nawawi

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