طعم البيوت [Ta3m Elbiyout] [English translation]

the taste of things lives sometimes

it melts quickly, and quickly it comes

inside the hearts

and the memories, nothing lives but the taste of homes

wall that are hugging behind them many hearts

and doors that are locked on the gardener and the minister

girls are sitting behind the window

they spent they day standing in front the mirrors

many secrets, the number of the homes in the nice street

nothing comes up from them but the one with loud voice

تفتح مزاد ع الحب تلقى ألف شاري

a witness who stays from the beginning till the end

and every corner in his hear is telling you a story

and it's enough when you find him opening his hands

and tells you come to me i miss you a lot