You're used to.
Mawood.
You're used to.
Mawood.
You're used to torture with me.
Mawood maaya bel azaab.
My heart, you are used to it.
Mawood ya alby.
You're used to being wounded.
Mawood we dayman bel gerah.
My heart, you are used to it.
Mawood ya alby.
You're used to.
Mawood.
You're used to.
Mawood.
You're used to torture with me.
Mawood maaya bel azaab.
My heart, you are used to it.
Mawood ya alby.
You're used to being wounded.
Mawood we dayman bel gerah.
My heart, you are used to it.
Mawood ya alby.
The pain and wounds never heal.
Wala betehda, wala betertah
Oh my heart.
Fe yom ya alby. Ya alby.
The pain and wounds never heal.
Wala betehda, wala betertah
Oh my heart.
Fe yom ya alby. Ya alby.
You're used to.
Mawood.
You're used to.
Mawood.
You're used to torture with me.
Mawood maaya bel azaab.
My heart, you are used to it.
Mawood ya alby.
You're used to being wounded.
Mawood we dayman bel gerah.
My heart, you are used to it.
Mawood ya alby.
The pain and wounds never heal.
Wala betehda, wala betertah
Oh my heart.
Fe yom ya alby. Ya alby.
The pain and wounds never heal.
Wala betehda, wala betertah
Oh my heart.
Fe yom ya alby. Ya alby.
And you never,
We omrak,
Never experienced joy with me.
Omrak shoft maaya farh.
Every time,
Kol mara,
Returning from the journey with wounds.
Terga el meshwar be garh.
And you never,
We omrak,
Never experienced joy with me.
Omrak shoft maaya farh.
Every time,
Kol mara,
Returning from the journey with wounds.
Terga el meshwar be garh.
