Текст песни ummi kam ahwaha - ummi kam ahwaha

My mother how much she loves her .. I miss her mirror
Pity to meet her .. and kiss her right
 
My mother is the source of tenderness
My mother ... Heba Rahman
And the soul, as the basil, is fragrant
 
My mother is the sweetest poplar
The face appears in the light
My mother is joy, light, and light that covers her
 
My mother how much she loves her .. I miss her mirror
Pity to meet her .. and kiss her right
 
So my mother was safe and peaceful, Hanan
Rahman, to be satisfied, honor me with her consent
 
My mother how much she loves her .. I miss her mirror
Pity to meet her .. and kiss her right