كلمات اغنية عابد عازرية – يا غزال

Gazelle, insufficient satisfaction To remain your slave. Would, one day, O, my crescent moon, that, fortunate Fortune, I could feast on you. Vain hope such coalescence, While your eyes rise and rove, Then dart in all directions. Count the conquests that were caught By your allure and your indifference. Glimmer of a glance that leaves a doubt And proves how tepidness can burn.