.. I am the wounded one.. Written by the poet.. Haitham Muhammad.. انا المجروح.. بقلم الشاعر.. هيثم محمد

أنا المجروح    "" /غنائيه 

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ياروح الروح 

أنا مجروح

ومش مسموح

أبوح بالنوح

ياريت وعدى

يصون عهدى

بخاف يمشى

وأبات مجروح

قولولوا حرام

تعدى أيام

وأبات محروم

وأنا المظلوم 

فليه يادموع

أبات موجوع

وصوتى ضياع

ومش مسموع

كفايه جروح

يكفى الخوف

دانا المحروم

لانظرة تهون

فليه بيخون

أنا العاشق

أنا المطعون

بخنجر حامى

ومش فاهم

عداوة لمين

أنا القلب اللى 

حب فى يوم 

وبات سهران

على المكتوب

فليه بيغيب

وليه بيدوب

حنانى وليه

عليه بيهون

دانا المحبوب

خلاص ولآ

وشاف غيرى

بحق الحب 

لحتندم وتيجى

فى يوم هتلقانى 

خلاص مليت

ومن حبك 

خلاص وليت 

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بقلمى

#شاعرالعرب 

هيثم محمد عبدالعال

“I am the wounded” / Lyric ........ Oh soul of the soul, I am wounded and I am not allowed to reveal my lamentation. I wish my promise would be preserved. I am afraid that he walks and fathers are wounded. Say, “It is forbidden. Days have passed and fathers are deprived. And I am the oppressed. Why, O tears, fathers are in pain, and my voice is lost and not audible. Enough wounds, enough fear.” Dana the Deprived No look is easy, why do they betray? I am the lover. I am stabbed with a hot dagger and I do not understand who is enmity. I am the heart that loved one day and spent the night staying awake over what was written. Why should it disappear? Why should my tenderness be felt? Why should it be lost to him? Dana the Beloved. That's it. And if he sees anyone else for the sake of love, you will regret it and come one day. You'll find me. I'm bored and bored. Your love is salvation, I wish...... Written by #Arab poet Haitham Muhammad Abdel-Al