Ya Khayib Ana
Salah Al Kuwaiti
Poor That I Am
Your love overwhelmed me
Your love overwhelmed me
Since I was young
Your love overwhelmed me.
Your manners bewildered me
Your manners bewildered me
Between love and ever-growing distance
Your manners bewildered me
Oh poor that I am, poor that I am
If you want my honesty
Come already, Come over
If you want my honesty
I'm nothing without you.
Since I was young
Since I was young
I was lost in your love
Since I was young.
Speaking honestly
You really stole my heart,
Honestly.
(chorus)
Your love overwhelmed me
Your love overwhelmed me
Since I was young
Your love overwhelmed me.
Your manners bewildered me
Your manners bewildered me
Between love and ever-growing distance
Your manners bewildered me