WAHDI
In this night I will raise my palm
Like a harbinger of another life
I will climb the rock of this exile
Pick an ember from the stove of my history
And throw it in the darkness of my days
And walk alone in the street
In order to reach myself.
In this night I will raise my palm
Like a harbinger of another life
I will climb the rock of this exile
Pick an ember from the stove of my history
And throw it in the darkness of my days
And walk alone in the street
In order to reach myself.
The original lyrics in Arabic language are not available
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