A7mar shafayef перевод на Английский

I envy the eyeliner that has lined your eyes

And the red on your mouth that decorates your lips

I envy the night that you stay up to

And I envy my eyes when I look at you

I envy every word you hear

Every word you say

Everything you feel

Do you know why?

I love you, I love you, I don't know how much I do

In your eyes are hills I find my soul roaming

Your tenderness is your secret

That's love, of course it's love, that was made for me

And I am ok, sweet angel, with my heart being made especially for you