Carole Samaha "Wahshani Bladi (وحشانی بلادی)" lyrics

Wahshani Bladi (وحشانی بلادی)

عايزة اروح اروح بلدىوافتكراللى كانوحشانى اللمة الحلوةوالليل لما بيعزف غنوهديه ليلة حب كمانوالاقينى اقرب ليهابن بلدى بحب عنيهوسنين وانا مش عارفة انساهومعاه حسيت بأمانوحشانى الدنيا فى بلدىعايزة اروح اروح بلدىوافتكراللى كانوحشانى اللمة الحلوةوالليل لما بيعزف غنوهديه ليلة حب كمانوالاقينى اقرب ليهابن بلدى بحب عنيهوسنين وانا مش عارفة انساهومعاه حسيت بأماناه والله يا بلادىاه وحشانى يا بلادى ذكرايات و حكاياتمهما اعيشوالله مليشغيرها و دايما فاكراهااه والله يا بلادىاه وحشانى يا بلادى ذكرايات و حكاياتمهما اعيشوالله مليشغيرها و دايما فاكراهاولالوقى بينا واللى غابغير لحظة حب الاحبابولالوقى بينا واللى غابغير لحظة حب الاحباباه والله يا بلادىاه وحشانى يا بلادى ذكرايات و حكاياتمهما اعيشوالله مليشغيرها و دايما فاكراهامهما اعيشوالله مليشغيرها و دايما فاكراهابكره هنرجع و يجمعنا تانى المكانبكره هنرجع و يجمعنا تانى المكانوالايام الحلوة هترجع لينا كمان

I miss my country

Carole Samaha (name of singer)

I miss the world in my country, I want to go, to go to my country... I think about things past

And also I miss my dear family and friends and the nights when people played melodies of nights of love

And to find myself near him... The son of my country whose eyes I love

And years that I do not know how to forget... And I felt so safe with him

I miss the world in my country, I want to go, to go to my country... I think about things past

And also I miss my dear family and friends and the nights when people played melodies of nights of love

And to find myself near him... The son of my country whose eyes I love

And years that I do not know how to forget... And I felt so safe with him

Ah, by God, oh my country, I miss my country

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Memories... and stories... As long as I live, by God, I have nothing... besides them and I always think about them

And I can't find anything that will take the place of what is gone... besides a moment in the arms of my beloved

And I can't find anything that will take the place of what is gone... besides a moment in the arms of my beloved

Ah, by God, oh my country, I miss my country

Memories... and stories... As long as I live, by God, I have nothing... besides them and I always think about them

Tomorrow I will return and we will both go back to that place... And the days will be so sweet; they (the days of the past) will come back to us also