‎قلبي دق [Albi da’] [English translation]

Is it possible that—with all the love,

how you make me feel,

and what I suffer from your love—you don't even feel it?

My feelings don't lie1

They know you're kind

My heart is my guide, it said you'll be my life

My heart pounded, my heart pounded

Is it possible that—you being my lover,

and with everything I feel for you

—it didn't even cross your mind?

My heart pounded, my heart pounded

Is it possible that—you being my lover,

and with everything I feel for you

—it didn't even cross your mind?

Tell me what's wrong with my heart

That it'd attach me to you

I worship your love and adore it

Even with its imperfections

You are cheap when it comes to me

and I accept very little

Your love taught this heart

to dream the impossible

My heart pounded, my heart pounded

Is it possible that—you being my lover,

and with everything I feel for you

—it didn't even cross your mind?

My heart pounded, my heart pounded

Is it possible that—you being my lover,

and with everything I feel for you

—it didn't even cross your mind?

1. lit. betray