the doctor is not always the shafi the weather is not so safi the bread is not kafi
But your love makes my heart dafi and makes me run hafi Oh baby baraka.... safi
She was near me and the light was tafi I took her hand, my heart was then very dafi She said: you have your cup, don't drink from ghorrafi!
Her voice was strange, like commandant kaddafi I said: baby, are you not moulat l3ouafi? I touched her face,I found a beard of Imame Hanafi Ya Rahmane Ya Rahim Ya Rabbi Ya Shafi...
alorsss mes amis(es)ça donne koi l'anglais + l'arabe