Текст песни Мара - Мой друг из Иордании

My friend from Jordan will bring me a flower,
In the desert of a red-stone palm crashing
Oh spicy traditions wrapped in a scarf,
I love it so much with the Bedouins: a habak instead of tea.

My friend from Jordan will bring me gifts:
The salt of two seas on the skin and pomegranate seeds.
And sisters weaved his carpets for us,
And the bridal pattern on my wrist will inflict on me.

He will bring me a formidable crescent and a hijab,
The law of obedience and the smell of the death penalty.
And the night beneath him ringing in my ears
And rage, doubt and the smack of abuse.

My friend from Jordan will bring me fog
You won’t recognize meters in it: neither a gorge, nor a cliff.
Only a knife to the throat - secret revenge for May
And the pain of confessing the same terrible power.

My friend from Jordan will bring me ...