À propos de شيخ الطريقة X رؤى محمد نعيم
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
During the day, there are respectable people who caravan the buttons
At night, people are crying, it is forbidden, and my blood is fire
I was raised in the streets and the streets do not betray
We are still struggling with a fate that will one day become easier
Like you, son of Adam, I don't need a response
The fingers on the hand differ and in the end there is a hand
We were miserable because of the cruelty of the world and the deception of souls
May they be blessed in your life and may they be blessed with you
What a rooster in khaki
My thoughts are quiet and no one hears your cry
I ask my heart, there is no problem with my conscience
I always decide what my fate will be
This is the fifth generation in the Aspherian world
I am convinced of myself, I am not poor
I write sacred words, not a commercial job
Narrated by the Sheikh of the Tariqa, what was narrated by Al-Bukhari
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
My day is having a party, but inside our house
My lights are always out, so you don't know our oil
There is no sleep here, worries increase
Here the pain in the pile is the same dream we repeat
This is the name of religion, and I am religion
Holding the seine for a year while they are in trouble
The Sheikh of the Tariqa, the spiritual father, so you must disavow
When you say my name, say, “God bless your cypress.”
He is treacherous and there is nothing like a magician with my lightness
Here is the dervish, man, his cigarette is going out
You are going to peace, we are going to war
They pray without facing the customs of the West
We are not going down to sleep
The first in the country to do what you are doing
The Sheikh of the Tariqa, Naru, refuses and does not accept the package
Death is the one who rides the trend, you who abandon prayer
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
During the day, there are respectable people who caravan the buttons
At night, people are crying, it is forbidden, and my blood is fire
I was raised in the streets and the streets do not betray
We are still struggling with a fate that will one day become easier
Like you, son of Adam, I don't need a response
The fingers on the hand differ and in the end there is a hand
We were miserable because of the cruelty of the world and the deception of souls
May they be blessed in your life and may they be blessed with you
What a rooster in khaki
My thoughts are quiet and no one hears your cry
I ask my heart, there is no problem with my conscience
I always decide what my fate will be
This is the fifth generation in the Aspherian world
I am convinced of myself, I am not poor
I write sacred words, not a commercial job
Narrated by the Sheikh of the Tariqa, what was narrated by Al-Bukhari
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
My day is having a party, but inside our house
My lights are always out, so you don't know our oil
There is no sleep here, worries increase
Here the pain in the pile is the same dream we repeat
This is the name of religion, and I am religion
Holding the seine for a year while they are in trouble
The Sheikh of the Tariqa, the spiritual father, so you must disavow
When you say my name, say, “God bless your cypress.”
He is treacherous and there is nothing like a magician with my lightness
Here is the dervish, man, his cigarette is going out
You are going to peace, we are going to war
They pray without facing the customs of the West
We are not going down to sleep
The first in the country to do what you are doing
The Sheikh of the Tariqa, Naru, refuses and does not accept the package
Death is the one who rides the trend, you who abandon prayer
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
The elders came and released the incense for me, had it not been for me
The elders came and the incense was released for me, had it not been for me
You open the cans and are amazed, Lola
You open the boxes and wonder, "It's me, Lola."
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