You are the lily on the field, the orchid in the asphalt
You are the well in the desert, the hope in shape
Your name is written on the walls of this city
Because you are the harvest, the fruit and the seed
You are the gentle river that feeds my gardens
You get everything out of me, you are everything I know
You yourself bring a rock to the light
My breath, my heartbeat, my life is waste
Oh, the smile of the pomegranate, calling for the evening
And your dream of the evening, fire from the Hassan
I see you to the horizon, and your hair is the desert
I am a bird, happy, a bird from the Hassan
Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina
I am the star of the crown, we are the ebb and the flow
You are the heavenly earth, we are fire and blood
You are the mouth of a delta, my shell in the sand
I carry you on wings, I storm the land
Oh, the smile of the pomegranate, calling for the evening
And your dream of the evening, fire from the Hassan
I see you to the horizon, and your hair is the desert
I am a bird, happy, a bird from the Hassan
Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina
Oh, the love of our life, we hear the coming of our mother
Oh, the beauty among us, you are the night of our joy
You kill me with your eyes, you kidnap me in the midst of the crowd
You kill me with your eyes, you kidnap me in the midst of the crowd
Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina
Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina
Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina
Yasmina, Yasmina, Yasmina