آيات نبيل

هشيل قلبي في مكان .mp3

ميـادة سليـم - سيبتـو | Mayada Selim - Sebto

ماتدمعيش ياعين غناء ايات نبيل اللحان وتوزيع محمد بقلظ

أيات نبيل _ يا لعبة الأيام

Fionn’s Call to the Causeway

No paintings hang, no statues stand;  
Just echoes carved in open hands.  
A corridor of breath and light,  
Where silence blooms in shades of white.  

I walked alone, but not unseen;  
The walls remembered where I’d been.  
No guide, no frame, no map to read
Just space enough for the soul to bleed.  

In the White Tree Museum,  
I saw nothing, but I felt it all
Every whisper, every fall,  
Rooted deep in what I’d lost,  
Branches reaching through the frost.  
In the White Tree Museum,  
I became the art, became the call.  

No names to sign, no truth to prove;  
Just footsteps tracing inner grooves.  
A tree that grows without a sound,  
Its limbs in air, its roots unbound.  

Time stood still, then turned to glass;  
I touched the void; it let me pass.  
No colors, only memory
No image, only what I see.  

In the White Tree Museum,  
I saw nothing, but I felt it all
Every silence, every wall  
Held a mirror to my flame,  
Asked me softly, “What’s your name?”  
In the White Tree Museum,  
I became the art, became the call.  

No need to look.  
You are the view.  
The museum lives  
Inside of you.

The White Tree Museum

احمد جمال   خط الحياة

وعايشه معاك آيات نبيل 2016

ده ولا نسيتك

Assala  ElHob  La Totfe2 ElShams أصالة  الحب  مسلسل لا تطفئ الشمس

خير لينا - سامو زين

Lyrics : Osama Mehrez
Composed by : Hytham Nabil
Arranged by : Ahmed el Mougy 
Digital master : Khaled Raouf

Sara Adel - Kowetha fe Karametha ســـارة عــادل l قوتــها فى كرامــتها

كلامك فين؟ بيوحشني!

أيات نبيل لعبة الأيام

وعايشه معاك آيات نبيل 2016

Mohamed DaDa Mahmued

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