Blood sleep blood sleep, they set up an ambush on Ali
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Don't touch my veteran, the martyr bear in him
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Someone goes and comes, like arrogant husbands
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A mother says to her child "wake up, wake up"
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Someone goes and comes, like arrogant husbands
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A martyr who says to his mother "hold on, hold on"...
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The moon doesn't fall on the cowards, it falls on their own land
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It will rain, it will be a mercy, carve a flower for a leaf...
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Someone goes and comes, like arrogant husbands
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A mother says to her child "wake up wake up"
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Someone goes and comes, like arrogant husbands
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A slave says to his mother "hold on, hold on"...
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Poem:
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Don't cry, father, seref can't cry
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I have my wedding today
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Hey mom hey, a crescent moon has fallen on my blood
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Don't cry, father, seref can't cry
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My non-spirit is my flag
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It fluctuates over the homeland
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It brings the green river to the Euphrates and the sea to a dicine.
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Erciyesi with pain, kackari with taurus
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The mountain of mine meets the mountain of the nation
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This is a flag song, father
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Tea in Rize, rose-scented in Isparta
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Aydin naza silk, dadas folk songs in erzurum
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Antepte sah, to stand against the presence of his blind son
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Dadalogluyum avsar to rebuild his hands
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Don't cry, father, seref can't cry
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Why is the moon and the stars kind?
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Because a part of us is always children, we are always shy
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Now I am martyred, I have a large neck tag that was left in my mother's hand.
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I'm a wounded home
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If I lived, I would be Mehmet's son Ali again.
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Don't cry, father, seref can't cry
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When you miss me, raise my tag to the flag
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Sing folk songs with the taste of red flag floating on red dawns
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Don't cry, let your heart be filled with folk songs
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This is my last word, thanks to the country! |