Elizabeth Oshana - Jwanqa Atouria

Young man, your stature is beautiful, your face is joyful and smiling
Young man, your stature is beautiful, your face is joyful and smiling
Your dark and striking eyes drive even the wise ones mad
Your dark and striking eyes drive even the wise ones mad

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
You are a sweet Assyrian, your blood is not unfamiliar

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When I am singing, I remember the day we wandered
When I am singing, I remember the day we wandered
I will ask the great Lord that there will not be (u: 10)
I will ask the great Lord that there will not be (u: 10)

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
You are a sweet Assyrian, your blood is not unfamiliar

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I think of the time you danced, I remain mesmerised watching you
I think of the time you danced, I remain mesmerised watching you
The handkerchiefs in your hands, (u: 6) thrill for you
The handkerchiefs in your hands, (u: 6) thrill for you

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
You are a sweet Assyrian, your blood is not unfamiliar

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Dancing the heavy khigga, oh mother I am burning up
Dancing the heavy khigga, oh mother I am burning up
His hands resemble soft velvet, my Lord is (u: 6)
His hands resemble soft velvet, my Lord is (u: 6)

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
You are a sweet Assyrian, your blood is not unfamiliar
You are a sweet Assyrian, your blood is not unfamiliar
You are a sweet Assyrian, your blood is not unfamiliar