Feras Albazi - Dimma Khelia

Her blood is sweet like honey, and her cheeks, like an apple
This pretty gazelle, she's tied up every soul/spirit
When she gets up to dance, and when she shakes her shoulder
He who is not a drinker can drink the entire bottle

Her blood is sweet like honey, and her cheeks, like an apple
This pretty gazelle, she's tied up every soul/spirit
When she gets up to dance, and when she shakes her shoulder
He who is not a drinker can drink the entire bottle

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She is noble/well-mannered and kind, with a smile on her lips
Anyone who sits with her and listens to her conversations is lucky/pleased
Believe me, the one who sweetens in her heart, and if this girl loves him
If he's seventy years old, he'll return to twenty-three

Her blood is sweet like honey, and her cheeks, like an apple
This pretty gazelle, she's tied up every soul/spirit
When she gets up to dance, and when she shakes her shoulder
He who is not a drinker can drink the entire bottle

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Queen of this evening, of this party, they chose her
Sweet lads and lasses, brought her up on the stage
She turned out to be the beauty queen, they put a crown on her
They all gathered around her, and even clapped for her

Her blood is sweet like honey, and her cheeks, like an apple
This pretty gazelle, she's tied up every soul/spirit
When she gets up to dance, and when she shakes her shoulder
He who is not a drinker can drink the entire bottle