W O R D S

Sam Shamir Proudly Presents W O R D S Song by : Magda El Roumy

He tells me, When he dances with me, Words that aren't like words He takes me underneath my arm And plants me in a cloud

And the black rain in my eye Pours down... pours

And the black rain in my eye Pours down... pours

He carries me with him... he carries me To a night on a rose-filled terrace

He carries me with him... he carries me To a night on a rose-filled terrace

To a night on a rose-filled terrace

And I am like a child in his hand Like a feather carried on the breeze

And I am like a child in his hand Like a feather carried on the breeze

He gives me a sun... he gives me A summer and a flock of swallows

He gives me a sun... he gives me A summer and a flock of swallows

He tells me... that I am his masterpiece And I am equal to thousands of stars

And that I am a treasure... and that I am More beautiful than any painting he'd ever seen

W O R D S

W O R D S

He tells me things that make me giddy That make me forget the dance hall and the steps

He tells me things that make me giddy That make me forget the dance hall and the steps

Words that upturn my history That make me a woman in seconds

He's builds me a castle of illusions I don't live in it except for a few moments

And I return, I return to my table With nothing with me... except words

And I return, I return to my table With nothing with me... except words

W O R D S

W O R D S Words that aren't like words

Words that aren't like words

W O R D S With nothing with me... except

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