Nancy Ajram Emta Hashofak

When will I see you and we talk You touch my hand, I close my eyes and dream You and me, oh my fate and destiny Give me a chance cause life is running There are still years in my lifetime This is the first touch and last whisper My heart gets warm from your looks My soul gets pure from your touches Enfold my hand and from my eyes Life is sweet with affection My cheek is on your cheek and I m not like you br, br,