
Egyptian
1892 – 1981
If I forgive and ignore your coldness,
How can I be free of the memory of you.
Your gaze is dear. The heart has no price.
Tell me to forget, have pity on me,
Or tell me to come.
Come drink this glass with me.
If I forgive and ignore your coldness,
How can I be free of the memory of you.
Your gaze is dear. The heart has no price.
Tell me to forget, have pity on me,
Or tell me to come.
Come drink this glass with me.