تبدا الحكايه لطفي بوشناق

[Music] The story begins, how every story is five and a mirror, and we are in her hands. The girl grows up and becomes a young woman, and the light of evening adorns her cheeks. They said, "We are grateful, child, for the days of your human being. The party is a party that passes by suddenly, and he doesn't feel it."

[Music] And the story grows, in every story there is a step and a fold that you must walk, and you read and wish to bring us closer. The bird of paradise that is in it said, "People are innocent, child, in human beings there is a candle that is lit, a candle that melts a little and he doesn't feel it."

[Music] The story begins, in every story there is five and a mirror, and we are in her hands. The girl grows up and becomes a young woman, and the light of evening adorns her cheeks. They said, "We are grateful, child, for the days of your human being. The party is a party that

passes by suddenly, and he doesn't feel it." [Music] And the story grows, in every story there is a step and a fold that you must walk, and you read and wish to bring us closer. This henna, the bird of paradise that is in it They said, "O son of my father, there is a candle that burns brightly, and a

candle that melts a little and he does not feel it." [Music] And the story continues, as every story has its own story and song, waiting for its ending. How sweet it is, you can forget it, and you can hide it from its abundance. They said, "O son of my father, a girl who has spent her whole life calling out to me,

she is the one who loves him, and he is not satisfied with her." [Music]