paroles de chanson Alama Fe Hyatak - Amr Mostafa

Just give me a second darling, to clear my head
Just put down those scissors baby
On this single bed
The sand in the hour glass is running low
I came through thunder, the cold, wind, the rain and the snow
To find you awake by your window sill
A sight for sore eyes, and a view to kill
I broke down in horror at you standing there
The glow from the moon shone through cracks in your hair
I shouted with passion "I love you so much"
But feeling my skin, it was cold to the touch
You whispered "where are you?"
I questioned your doubt
But soon realized you were talking to God now
You got blood on your hands
And I know it's mine!
I just need more time
So get of your low, let's dance like we used to!
But there's a light in the distance, waiting for me
I WILL WAIT FOR YOU
So get of your low, let's kiss like we used to
I looked in the mirror, but something was wrong
I saw you behind, but my reflection was gone
There was smoke in the fireplace as white as the snow
A voice beckoned gently "now it's time to go"
A requiem played, as you begged for forgiveness
"Don't touch me!" I screamed
I've got unfinished business
You got blood on your hands
And I know it's mine!
I just need more time
So get of your low, let's dance like we used to!
But there's a light in the distance, waiting for me
I WILL WAIT FOR YOU
So get of your low, let's kiss like we used to
You got blood on your hands
And I know it's mine!
I just need more time
So get of your low, let's dance like we used to!
But there's a light in the distance, waiting for me
I WILL WAIT FOR YOU
So get of your low, let's kiss like we used to