Download قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل on PC With GameLoop Emulator

قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل sa PC

Ang قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل , na nagmumula sa developer na app2app, ay tumatakbo sa Android systerm sa nakaraan.

Ngayon, maaari mong laruin ang قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل sa PC gamit ang GameLoop nang maayos.

I-download ito sa GameLoop library o mga resulta ng paghahanap. Hindi na tumitingin sa baterya o nakakadismaya na mga tawag sa maling oras.

I-enjoy lang ang قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل PC sa malaking screen nang libre!

قصيدة الاصمعي صوت صفير البلبل  Panimula

Now listen to the sound of the poem Sfeir Al-Bulbul Al-Asmai’s poem without the Net MP3 The Al-Asmai poem is written in full, the application works completely without the Net, so do not worry, it will not be withdrawn from the speed of the Internet or from the package.

* Al-Asmaa's poem written

* The poem Dasut Sfeir Al-Bulbul, audible, MP3, audio

* Story of Al-Asmai poem

The whistling sound of the confusion raged my drunken heart

Water and blossom together with fried luck blossom

And you, my master, my master and my master

How many timne my mind spin

I picked it from a heaven and then shy rose

He said no no no no no no has been jogged tomorrow

The helmets tilted away from this man

Volt and Walolt and me and me oh woe to me

So I said don't take over my pearls between me

She told him that when he got up he found transportation

And a young boy slapped me coffee like honey for me

I smelled it with my nose, the brightest of pink

In the middle of a jewelery orchard with flowers and pleasure for me

The oud drew dna for me and the drum plump for me

Plump medicine plump medicine plump medicine plump to me

And the roof overdrive overdrive me and the dance has blessed me

Roast and grill on quince paper

Chirp lunar crying bored in boredom

If you see me riding on a donkey, I will go away

He walks on three calves gait

And people translated my sentences in the market in a few

Everyone is cakes, back cakes and from Hwailli

But I ran away, fearing Al-Aqqal

To meet the most revered king

He orders a red stripe like my blood

Run in it for the tail walking

I am the Asmaa'i writer from the land of Mosul

I organized decorative pieces that could not be read by me

At the beginning, I say the whistling sound of confusion