Laila, I can feel it,
How they would have
They
The most conservative
People?
I think about the treatment
Subjected to you
By the heads and chieftains
Of the bivouacs.
Laila, Laila,
Those blind people could not,
Could not feel it,
The world was yours, yours,
Even it is, it is of yours.
Laila, Laila,
You are,
You are in my heart, heart,
even the heart beats for you.
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