Gramophone with a record of Mohammed Abdu

Gramophone classic with a record of the artist Abdulhadi Mohammed Abdulhadi will be the choice of records depending on availability among the following records Record "Evening with Abdu" https://wahaj1.com/abduv1/p1633823893 Record "Mohammed Abdu" https://wahaj1.com/abduv1/p1633823893 Record "Most Beautiful Songs of Mohammed" https://wahaj1.com/abduv1/p1633823893 Overview: Gramophone device from the esteemed company "Ekam" Supports Bluetooth feature and Aux port 100% original with a one-year warranty Supports three rotation speeds: 33/45/78 RPM Supports all "sizes" of records 7/10/12 inches Product dimensions: 39.2 x 35.2 x 19.4 cm; 2.58 kg An optional gift card with packaging can be added, with any phrase written along with the song barcode Like the wind, what remains of pain and wounds.. and what remains of dreams.. and what remains of illusions.. except that I find in your heat within me.. and I find in your darkness a light.. and I light my candle in the wind.. Like the wind.. like the wind.. I cannot contain your stormy nature.. Like the wind.. I have no one but your overwhelming feelings.. Remnants of false hopes.. sky of tears in my eyes.. Like the wind.. what remains.. I want to know when your winds will settle.. and I want to know when your arrogance will be released.. and I want to know when you will blow fiercely, and when you will show mercy, when your wounds will bleed.. And I want to know if there is still a wave in your sea I can break my oar on.. And I want to know if there is still a worry in your concern that my shoulders haven't carried.. And I want to know if there is still sadness in this world that hasn't passed me and settled in my limbs.. Remnants of false hopes.. sky of tears in my eyes.. Like the wind.. what remains.. My years are gone, and my tired ship's heart, and you are the wind.. My oars are torment and illusion, and longing and longing.. And my patience is the patience of sailors who sought in the sea a harbor.. They were overwhelmed by a wave of anger that angered them.. and they were closer to destruction, if not for their increased praise.. My most honest, most lying beloved.. I am tired of reaching the shores of your sweetest nature.. I am tired of collecting all the pain of the ports and embracing your shadows.. I am tired of insomnia in the night streets, and seconds waiting for your wound.. I am tired of injustice and your oppression.. Remnants of false hopes.. sky of tears in my eyes.. Like the wind.. what remains..