Laila. Laila you
Laila. Laila ah...
Your mouth hides three things:
white pearls in a row
a scent of grass
and a sip of Shiraz wine.
Laila . Laila you
Laila. Laila ah...
Your breath smells of grass.
Laila. Laila...
Your mouth hides three things:
They are pearls in a row
Your white teeth
And a sip of Shiraz wine.
Laila. Laila you
Laila. Laila ah...
In your eyes I see three things:
the black diamonds of Hindustan
and the precious silks of Labore.
Laila, Laila...
in your eyes I see three things:
the burning flames of a volcano
and a sip of Shiraz wine.
Flames of a volcano in your eyes,
it's silk your wish!
Laila. Laila...
You hide three things in your eyes:
the black diamonds of Hindustan
and a sip of Shiraz wine.
Three things in your heart:
the Burmese cobra.
All the flowers of Bengal
And a poisonous fruit!
Laila. Laila you
Laila, Laila ah...
You hide three things in your heart:
your sweet kiss that I will lose
and a sip of Shiraz wine.
Laila is beautiful and poisonous...
in her kiss the Shiraz wine,
in her heart the Burma cobra.

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