Текст песни Majida El Roumi - Kalimat

The words

He speaks to me when we dance
those words that don't exist
Holds my hand
Plants me in one cloud
And black rain from my eyes
Falls (goes) drops, drops
Carries me
Towards the evening of pink balconies
And I, in his arms like a little girl,
like a feather blown away by the breeze
He wears seven moons ...
do it yourself, with a bouquet of songs
The sun gives me, gives me
summer and a flock of swallows
He tells me that I am a miracle for him
and I'm worth a thousand stars
what, I'm a treasure
what am I
the most beautiful picture of those that he saw
He tells me that he drives me away
And I forget about the dance floor and the steps (dance)
His words change my story (life)
They make me a (real) woman
The creator builds me from illusion (castles in the air)
in which I will not live more than seconds
And I return to my table
With nothing but his words!