Amaria
How many flowers are born in the gardens
alleys and whitewashed
have golden petals, died, fragrant
I know, are the daughters of the South
you meet in every souk
we are the waves
wheat and salt
A-MA-Amara SEE THE WORLD WITH YOUR EYES A-MA-loving
Tell me what you want now
A-MA-Amara
Tell me your secret love
Flowers born lucky
between the sun and the moon
between lightning and the rainbow
Both are the daughters of the south-
you meet in every souk
we are the waves
wheat and salt
A-MA-Amara SEE THE WORLD WITH YOUR EYES A-MA-loving
Tell me what you want now
A-MA-Amara
Tell me your secret love
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