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متن ترانه Like a Flower

There was a prophet
Who had a little daughter
He loved her so much
That people were blaming him

Even if he was in a crowd
And she entered, he would stand up
And sit her in his own place
And kiss her tiny hands

In facing the prophet’s courage
Swords were devastated
And in facing his kindness
Hearts were captivated

In a storm
You are like a mountain
In a breeze
You are like a flower

Muhammad
You are like a mountain
Muhammad
You are…

At a time when people were only proud of their sons
And girls were buried alive, he told everyone:
Fatimah is my soul
And the apple of my eye

In facing the prophet’s courage
Swords were devastated
And in facing his kindness
Hearts were captivated

In a storm
You are like a mountain
In a breeze
You are like a flower

Muhammad
You are like a mountain
Muhammad
You are…

Like a flower
Like a flower
Like a flower
Like a flower

Muhammad
Muhammad
Muhammad