حضن الغريب [Hodn el ghareeb] [English translation]

let him walk away, my heart, let him go his distance, then turn around and see

tomorrow he will cry, my heart, and will come back like a bird flying home (as when a bird comes back after its migration, he comes back excited..)

he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)

how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger

its not the same as our arms

he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)

how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger

its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms

he used to see us, and run towards us, the light and warmth in him were for us, for our eyes (litely: for our eyes)

and in a moment, he went and did not come (back)

as if he did not see us, my heart, but now, at this time, he does see us

he used to see us, and run towards us, the light and warmth in him were for us, for our eyes (litely: for our eyes)

and in a moment, he went and did not come (back)

as if he did not see us, my heart, but now, at this time, he does see us

he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)

how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger

its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms

aaaah- a sound of pain, being upset

in all my life, i never expected, thought

that all this betrayil would come from him, that he would forget our story

tomorrow (ie: in the future), he'll see trouble/pain from others, and then he'll know our value

in all my life, i never expected, thought

that all this betrayil would come from him, that he would forget our story

tomorrow (ie: in the future), he'll see trouble/pain from others, and then he'll know our value

he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)

how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger

its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms

he'll look for the gentleness and love that we had in the past/that belonged in the past, but he wont find anything like us (as in the love that we had)

how ever much he goes and stays away, its still the arms of a stranger

its not the same as our arms..its not the same as our arms