مهرجان هيت : ميدو جاد وبيانو

"You are not carrying the hit" Festival clip, Mido Gad and Piano - distributed by Mido Gad

the words :

If it is a famous cattle keep a roof for the halavit

Imbaba is a red line

You are not carrying the blow

I am rigid, I am the owner of the continent

You will be afraid of a contest

Tottaoa in a bag

You are a star for any occasion

Earlier hands winners

This is your biggest lie

This is your pleasure

P my brain here Shamarekh boldly

My pockets here are millions in lost

And Raya here gangs get rid of

Howling time we are acting

Big drink ruined claimed rant

Who do we like to get to know each other

Laughter is best

P Imbaba night in the kings of Baaour

I am rigid, I have no one rigid

My heart is concrete, I will stay in my place

I don't speak much, but my disgrace from me is gone

My words are actions not detached councils

His heart is rigid Ibrahim Al-Abyad

He took in and saw that Ait came back

He was the one who was sitting bouncing

Bring the doctor to sew

Cannot be able to

The opposite of it all is high center

My word divorced computer get ill

Your blood is cold, shiny and bright

I attended Jin and spend it

Who keeps me crying

P bag to wrap his shoulder

When I cry with his horror

If it is a notorious cattle

Or even a cattle mess

Enough people love me

Mashabsh creation Halavit

Imbaba is a state and I am one of it

There is a problem with her tricks

There is no one in the day overcome it

Bring armies to land and fight it

We are over and you are frustrated

Our voice was loud, I was eavesdropped

See Tani Ridman

I got in you, I cut the scalpel

We are ruling a country, and there is no country that controls us

Your heart is ready, it will be your strength in the smallest city

Known among the people, I am fine, uncle

Drink coffee for your soul, here

Without comparison, I know I will win

My hands are in my pocket and without playing

One by one and all of it HERKEP

You are dangling like that, you will not win

Don't army and display it with your body

You, Yaba, like that you brought yourself down

In soil, we will write your name

A thousand light years I win you

Medicine, take care of the valley

I am staying, Souad

Chocolate Ajibla

I say it by Tata Tata

Alwad is asking why

Alwad upset, why?

Angga, my heart, is angry

Angga, my heart, is angry

Everything is under control

You are happy to see people

I don’t have a baby

We manage on any administration

I have no land or estate

Don't cut me off with your lie

You also do not want to understand

You are a friend, Talat, with understanding

God enlightens you, my sisters

My Brother Mido Gad

Hey piano

Your brother control he tells you that it is better for you