poème darija anglais
Envoyé 13/10/2009 à 23h01 par raynox
The doctor is not always the shafi
The weather is not so safi
The bread is not kafi
But your live makes my heart dafi
And makes me run hafi
Oh baby baraka…Safi
She was near me and the light was tafi
I took her hand, my heart was then very dafi
She said, you have your cup, don’t drink from ghrorrafi
Her voice was strange, like commandant kaddafi
I said: baby, are you not moulate l3ouafi?
I touched her face, I found a beard of Imam hanafi
Ya rahmane ya rahim ya rebbi ya shafi
The weather is not so safi
The bread is not kafi
But your live makes my heart dafi
And makes me run hafi
Oh baby baraka…Safi
She was near me and the light was tafi
I took her hand, my heart was then very dafi
She said, you have your cup, don’t drink from ghrorrafi
Her voice was strange, like commandant kaddafi
I said: baby, are you not moulate l3ouafi?
I touched her face, I found a beard of Imam hanafi
Ya rahmane ya rahim ya rebbi ya shafi
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Envoyé 18/10/2009 à 00h48 par luckyme 
