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арабски
Превод
английски
إمّي
Mom
I considered bringing you flowers at first
I remembered that flowers will wither
I considered gifting you crafted gold
I feared that gold would get shy of your glow
Mom, there's much to be said about your warm heart
Mom, and no matter what I say, it still won't be enough
You are the Spring of home and the song of its bricks
You are its candle at night. You are the smile of its morning
Mom, without you, life is a such hard path to walk
Mom, there's much to be said about your warm heart
Mom, and no matter what I say, it still won't be enough
You are the Spring of home and the song of its bricks
You are its candle at night. You are the smile of its morning
Mom, without you, life is a such hard path to walk
Mom, your breath's fragrant is a blessing
Gifts are too small to fit you
There is no sky that's wide enough to contain a mother's heart
And there's no description that can reach your affection
Mom, there's much to be said about your warm heart
Mom, and no matter what I say, it still won't be enough
You are the Spring of home and the song of its bricks
You are its candle at night. You are the smile of its morning
Mom, without you, life is a such hard path to walk
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Give a shoutout to Mo (Amin) El-Gohary
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