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Исполнение: Мажида Арроми (Ливан) Слова: Низар Каббани (Сирия) перевод с арабского He tells me, When he dances with me, Words that aren t like words He takes me underneath my arm And plants me in a cloud And the black rain in my eye Pours pours He carries me with he carries me To a night on a rosefilled terrace And I am like a child in his hand Like a feather carried on the breeze He carries for me seven moons In his hand a bunch of songs He gives me a he gives me A summer and a flock of swallows He tells that I am his masterpiece And I am equal to thousands of stars And that I am a and that I am More beautiful than any painting he d ever seen He tells me things that make me giddy That make me forget the dance hall and the steps Words that upturn my history That make me a woman in seconds He s builds me a castle of illusions I don t live in it except for a few moments And I return, I return to my table With nothing with except words