W Btir - Ziad Bourji (cover) ft. Maroun El Howayek

Arabic hits MiniMixed :
Jamala - Joseph Attieh
El Beklé - Zef ft. Stephanie Atala
Kawkab - Rahma Riad
Hiya hiya - Eljoee X Chaama (Haja El Hamdaouia Remake)

Arabic MiniMix - Oct22

Carole samaha - Khallik Behalak -

Ladies and gentlemen, eyes to the stage
Behold the next exhibit
Encased in glass, the air runs thin
A woman and her dreams within it

She’s rare, she’s quite spectacular
A find you’ll never mind
Contagious with charisma
The wild unruly kind

Her oxygen is running low
She wrestles with her peril
Struggling for survival
Let’s see if she goes feral

Enjoy this cruel spectacle
Place wagers on her fate
It’s fun to watch them powerless
So bolt and bar the gate

She should have chosen better
She should have read it right
She committed the sin of hoping
Now gasps to hold her light
She still has sparks within her
But she was born for blame
Tonight’s godless exhibit
She doesn’t have a name

Hors d’oeuvres will soon be served
The juice is freshly pressed
This show will run forevermore
Keep yourselves refreshed
This creature begs for pity
She aimed her sights too high
So raise a glass, my gentle friends
And drink to her last sigh

She should have chosen better
She should have read it right
She committed the sin of hoping
Now gasps to hold her light
She still has sparks within her
But she was born for blame
Tonight’s godless exhibit
She doesn’t have a name

The air is running lower
She’s wasted all her screams
Her time is almost over
She’s fought with all her means
Applaud her gasps and thrashing
What a tale, what a show
Every sob’s ovation
As we rise to watch her go

She should have chosen better
She should have known it all
Called upon clairvoyance
Surrendered to the thrall
It’s not all men when it suits us
But we still call them all
So clap along, dear audience
And revel in her fall

She should have chosen better
She should have read it right
She committed the sin of hoping
Now gasps to hold her light
She still has sparks within her
But she was born for blame
Tonight’s godless exhibit
She doesn’t have a name

She’s gone, the curtain closes
A lamb led to the slaughter
But don’t look far, my friends, because
The next one is your daughter
The cradle barely rocking
Her lungs just tasting air
Already she’s been chosen
For the cage that waits in there

Nancy Ajram - Lessa Gaya A2ollo

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