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The woman with the henna tinted hands
The woman with henna tinted hands,
Fascinates my soul and leaves me dragged
In the spiral of its pure charms
Who come to wipe my tears...
His hands tinged with bright red,
Dazzles my evasive gaze.
Between his fingers, a rosary threads,
Garnished with large, well beaded grains.
She got caught up in a beautiful night...
Happy, serene and trouble-free,
In a good-natured atmosphere,
To the sounds of you yous and singing.
The woman with henna tinted hands,
Hastened to show his beloved
Her long, beautifully colored fairy fingers
And accented with precious gold jewels.
Oriental woman
The woman with henna tinted hands,
Fascinates my soul and leaves me dragged
In the spiral of its pure charms
Who come to wipe my tears...
His hands tinged with bright red,
Dazzles my evasive gaze.
Between his fingers, a rosary threads,
Garnished with large, well beaded grains.
She got caught up in a beautiful night...
Happy, serene and trouble-free,
In a good-natured atmosphere,
To the sounds of you yous and singing.
The woman with henna tinted hands,
Hastened to show his beloved
Her long, beautifully colored fairy fingers
And accented with precious gold jewels.
Oriental woman