Текст песни Rami Ayash - Habib El Alb

My fate is flowing in your hands,
as a hair silk, flowing under the ridge,
that endless, exactly the way in the desert,
going which we grow and scientific firm.
I would count them one by one was glad
and their length measured accurately measure
I have them pegged as a slave tied
to his fate, calling galley ...
You head kachnesh - and from the back
they take off like a shadow of the bowsprit,
I soar on the wave shaft
tending to the legend that is hidden beneath them!
Through Icy cold monotonous days
I hasten to where I promising ecstasies,
out of the shadows eyelashes are shaken
glide on cheeks tears large diamonds.
You just do not strand in a knot weaves!
Why do you lift them to the back of the head?
Your hair within - the mystery of mysteries,
which you do not yet understand.
The whole world is open to me, like a hundred roads,
when you voluntarily strands disbanded!
A styanesh in a knot - and threatens to rock me ...
You do not touch them ... They - my life force.