Balti - Wala Lela - No Need In

[Necessary]

Bother in heartburn in Bali

A graft is burned, not a curse

I live in this world

We cry and tear Siala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

[First Section]

Take your way to Rome and receive the birth of the mother

They sell in a poisoned commodity

I do not know what to do

They love me when I feel alone in the government of Nchala

Reese is consumed in Fluka and the ages of us are stolen

We have left the left-handed and the sons of Homa Musala

Fayek lying in her nipple Smahi demanded you Yama

I made my way in darkness with my companions and men

[Necessary]

Bother in heartburn in Bali

A graft is burned, not a curse

I live in this world

We cry and tear Siala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

[Section II]

I am confused in my sleep, my country, my country, my country

Hkroni what Latch Sumi and men's market and Dalala

It is written, "Ruled from my Lord

And you said, my love, Talaat Shahala in the beginning

In my Aish Barani Shouf al - Houmtah and Ash suffer

And German Najib Freipe like to change the salsa

Paris, Milan, Ferrari and Alvira-Gammu

You hear T-Yamo, Zhao Palo and Zhao Bala

[Necessary]

Bother in heartburn in Bali

A graft is burned, not a curse

I live in this world

We cry and tear Siala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

[Third Section]

The old is going on and I'm going to market and sell and sell

I have not seen my love in my time and my time in al-Manaqala

In Al-Houmt, Aish is a Somali and is somewhat asked about my current

Wearing an expensive mascot for Yizi, we did not have a pair of flowers

They said: "We have a great Arab mother in Batahi and in Qirbi

And war in western countries and they said we are miserable

In the sea, you will see the waves of the waves

We are drowning, O dear, who is lost, sacrificed to Gala

[Necessary]

Bother in heartburn in Bali

A graft is burned, not a curse

I live in this world

We cry and tear Siala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala

The grace of burning, nor of the wali, nor of lala