Al-Bakht Melodic

A tender portrait in Egyptian speech: the beloved before the eyes, cheeks flushed, a smile that is always at peace, hands clasped. The singer's mind is restless but the beloved never changes, and everyone near is pictured as an angel in a photograph. Fortune is not what it once was, but love is the one thing that lasts to the end of time. Tomorrow luck will open a wide space and a shelter in the first place you look, and the night of love will stretch out again, starting with the first rose given on a feast day. When the world calls you without wounds, luck is yours, the dream of a lifetime, my fate, always beside me. Whatever people said has no place.