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بمناسبة العودة مرة اخري احب اتفائل بالعبقرية دي

There's a wild wind blowing
Down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing

There's a cold war coming
On the radio I heard
Baby it's a violent world

Oh love don't let me go
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow
I could hear it coming
I could hear the sirens sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Time came a-creepin'
Oh and time's a loaded gun

Every road is a ray of light
It goes o-o-on
Time only can lead you on
Still it's such a beautiful night

Oh love don't let me go
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow
I could hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Gravity release me
And dont ever hold me down
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

The Sound Of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence

LILIUM

Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.	The Mouth of Justice is meditating wisdom,and his tongue is speaking of a sign.
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem, Quonium cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.	A happy man who suffers temptation, Since he is with approval, they recieve the crown of life.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleiso	O h Lord, Fire by divine power, have mercy!
O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna, quam amoena O castitatis lilium	Oh, how holy! How serene! How kind! How pleasant Oh Lily of chasitity.

A shape

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesnt play for the money he wins
He doesnt play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape of my heart

Sting

Marv

مارف

الذي لم يدرك احدا مدى جمال نفسه

ولم يدركها هو

Little Wonders

Let it go

Let it roll right off your shoulder

Don't you know

The hardest part is over

Let it in

Let your clarity define you

In the end

You will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made

In these small hours

These little wonders

These twists and turns of fate

Time falls away,

But these small hours

These small hours

Still remain

Let it slide

Let your troubles fall behind you

Let it shine,

Till you feel it all around you

And I don't mind

If it's me you need to turn to

We'll get by

It's the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made

In these small hours

These little wonders

These twists and turns of fate

Time falls away

But these small hours

These small hours

Still remain

All of my regret

Will wash away somehow

But I cannot forget the wayI feel right now

In these small hours

These little wonders

These twists and turns of fate

Yeah, these twisted turns of fate

Time falls away

Yeah, but these small hours,

These small hours

Still remain

Yeah, oh they still remain

These little wonders

All these twists and turns of fate

Time falls away

But these small hours

These little wonders

Still remain

Rob Thomas

lullaby

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss

Can I Do It?

The Clown

The Clown

shut the circus down
and kiss your day goodbye ..
let humble tears unleash
your painted eye
the crowd is gone ..
the stars are fainting low ..
the place that shone with joy
is turning
snow ..
your mask is melting now
your jaunty grace ..
is sinking
in the grooves
of a wrinkled face ..
how long has all this pain been there?
how long?
and how could people dance
at a wounded song ?
how long have your big feet
been jumping high ..
but could not reach a floor
nor
fetch a sky ..
now
pining for the crystal soul you've sold ?
now
would you trade som rusty brass
for gold ?
shut the circus down
O, clown !
and shut your eye .
no space for a final joke
nor a final
lie ..

Hend Khaled