when the local roses come by , all other roses get scared
in arabic : who didn't see the arabic , he neither lived nor saw anything
man of my country , you are the owner of my heart, you make my days sweeter
and your generosity speaks for its self , it doesn't need explaining
my god , your jealousy about me is another life
a great feeling i am living
without my love
i would find safety with him
your fear about me all the time comforts me
and beside the tenderness nature , i get happy when you are jealous
your good nature my love is obvious from the first look at you
it is your right to get inside of my heart without even asking for permission .