كلمات شتلوك وين زرعوك وين يالعنب

I am the vine, I am the grape
Oh its sweetness, and the sweetness of its branches
I am the grape, with my beauty and elegance
I am the grape, not tired of you
I am not a dry grape
Where are you planted, oh grape
In the garden of pleasure, guarded by the Ajman
Two children are playing
In the municipal garden at five o’clock
The moon is about to rise
My brother, I have lost you
Don’t say that they only planted you, oh grape
Where are you planted, oh grape