���������������I have a problem, don't listenOh stars in the skyYears have disappeared by stealing me from meLove, love, I became a slave to the curse of loveMy life is so short, how cruel are the yearsMy heart does not listen, it says give me what I loveWhoever sees this state, he says don't love againOh, I turned from the face of love to the hair of the ArabSolve me Arab hairSolve me Arab hairSolve me Arab hairThis is my medicineAll my lifeThis is my flowerIt's a pretty flowerthis is beautifulIt's like youNot at allThis is my motherMy hair is wet, the snow is fallingThe seasons have no taste, my spring is left with youYou left me without a trace, you didn't even let me knowYou both ruined yourself and made me yoursMy heart doesn't listen, it gives me what it lovesWhoever sees me like this, says don't love me againOh, I turned from your love to your Arab hairMy hair is wet, the snow is left with youYou both ruined yourself and made me yoursMy heart doesn't listen, it gives me what it lovesMy hair is wet, the snow is left with youYou both ruined yourself and made me yoursMy hair is wet, the snow is left with you