Pazarbaşı, what Sunday is this?
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There is no account book, robbed robbed
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Tears in tears, pockets in drought
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There is no question of questioning, blasphemy
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There is no question of questioning, blasphemy
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The product that grows with a thousand and one troubles
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See this, worthless straw
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So damn us, well done to you
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To the cayan who made a promise and voted
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To the cayan who made a promise and voted
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Not a jacket officer salary
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Who will lift this heavy stone?
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The plains became waters of tears
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To the rock that slides at the top of Uludag
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To the rock that slides at the top of Uludag
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A kilo of meat cannot be found in a year
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Is it the curse of the right that fell on the poor?
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Whose wealth from whose sweat?
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For God's sake, say to those who hear
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For God's sake, say to those who hear
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Patients in front of hospitals
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A quarter is dead, where are you, master?
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That's not how you treat your best friend
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The orphans are satisfied with their rights
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The orphans are satisfied with their rights
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If I count Der Mahzuni, the troubles are more than him.
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Some are thieves, some are hungry, some are full
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We have run out of patience, you have no conscience
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Nice curses to the one who counts
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Nice curses to the one who counts
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We have run out of patience, you have no conscience
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After you, nice counting
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Nice curses to the one who counts |