In our east they are burning from the heat
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They speak little and only under setar panchs
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My veil is on fire - my huҗa without further ado
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Set it on fire on me with your black eyes
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"Dryn-dyryn-dyryn-dyn-dyn"
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In the columns, the akyn continues his intricate story,
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And my moon-faced master is drunk in smoke and burning
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Like a lamp under my silent eyes
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke-smoke - we always do this
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You smoke a hookah on me, morocco smokes on me
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How beautifully we burn, how beautifully we burn
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How beautifully and silently we burn without a trace
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke, smoke-smoke
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke-smoke - we always do this
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke, smoke-smoke
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke-smoke - we always do this
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke-smoke - we always do this
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke, smoke drunk in the smoke
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Patterned smoke spreads under your feet like a carpet
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How beautiful we are burning! |
Like Darvaz, like a diamond,
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And the sun silently burns everything else around us
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We burn, we burn clearly
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Burning with jealousy during the day
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We burn with passion at night
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We burn with primordial fire
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Burning with rage
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Burning with pride -
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And not a word -
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From love and hate
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In our gas desert
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Who is your tanned slave at night? |
- I
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In the morning, who is your quiet death? |
- I
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Who are you at night?
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Lick my face with your tongue of flame
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Open the window in the morning
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Drive out the burned out house
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Smoke-smoke in the house smoke-smoke - it's always like this with us
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke-smoke - we always do this
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You smoke a hookah on me, morocco smokes on me
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How beautifully we burn, how beautifully we burn
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How beautifully and silently we burn without a trace
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Smoke in the house smoke-smoke, smoke drunk in the smoke
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Patterned smoke spreads under your feet like a carpet
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How beautiful we are burning! |
Like Darvaz, like a diamond,
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And the sun silently burns everything else around us
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke)
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(Smoke, smoke in the house, smoke drunk in the smoke) |