لمّة
نحضر مساحتك بهدوء…
لمّة
لمّة… نفتح لك الباب بهدوء
لمّة
لمّة… نفتح لك الباب بهدوء
In a quiet neighborhood, an old gate opened only with kindness. Each morning a child wiped its dust and smiled at neighbors. One day an elderly woman struggled with her bags, and the gate seemed to invite her to rest. The street learned that kindness needs no key, only a hand that reaches out.