The happy nest
The happy nest
Do you know that my spirit I am building you a small golden nest?
Do you read in the old books about our historic nest?
And do you read in the Holy books about our big nest?
In the north city of my heart I built you a small nest
In my bones I am building you the most expensive nest
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The happy nest consists of five thousand rooms and the birds can visit
There are five thousand gold forests and in it where your family can rest
And There are millions gardens and Sugar Rivers and you can enjoy and rest.
It is elected by the birds as the youngest and strongest
It is chosen by the tourists as the historic place to visit
And my nest market is chosen by USA as the best capital to invest
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Our second and greatest nest consists of eight millions golden rooms first
It is made from honey and roses and the second feast
You own this magic nest, my bones and my spirit
Our nest is in a strong happy tree in Canada's north forest
I carve your name on the golden doors of our love nest
I draw your face on the secret rooms of our amazing nest
I draw your smile on the square of our immortal nest
I carve your gold fingers on the theaters of our small nest
I draw your photos on my liver and the wall of our happy nest
And I color your photos with my green blood without rest
My green blood is happy to reach your photos in the nest
As you are in this beautiful world's beauty you’re the best
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In the love cities you are the queen and the cleverest
In the old world you are the queen and the youngest
In Ancient Egypt you are the first well known Artist
In the colorful garden you are a flower and the tallest
In the cities of virgin girls you are the greatest and the best
In om Kulthom paradise, your heart is the biggest
In Egypt forehead you are the candle and light
In my heart palace and life you are the electricity and light
And in my heart you are the greatest and the funniest
So do not try to hurt me in any place or any nest
I am stranger, polite, poet and guest.
So do not try to hurt me in any place or any nest
I am stranger, polite, poet and guest.
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