The Waves of Your Eyes

You are a fairy and I am the hunter I rode the sea and said, oh boy He is the Lord and all His servants I worked with Antar and Abu Shaddad Danny Day is always with meteorology We came down, my mouth was barely dry Little has been said about Hanan and Widad. Dance as usual I descended and the belly of the sea was black. And between you and me are seas and countries Say, O Generous One, and love is jihad.

I left behind my family far away I divided the sea and the waves Awad And they said rest assured And the sea does not need stubbornness. And when will the wind have a date? And the old man entered an auction. Instead of a fisherman, there is a dead fisherman.