Lyrics of Booye Gandom Hamid Hami In English

The smell of wheat mine whatever I have
I am a pitch of what I do to you

Plagent of this tribe. You

Repentance of the Iron Forest and Sky Scratch
I think of a room for your sleep
My tone is my soil of wheat tuna
Our tone thirsty for a drop of water

The smell of my wheat whatever I have. Gold
Your body like my ax has a hard root
Potting a heart, but the tree is

The smell of my wheat whatever I have
I have a dirt of my soil. I do not have you
I do


The smell of my wheat whatever I have mine
A part of my soil.