Take me from me, I'll be yours alone,
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My shallow feelings without you are deep with you,
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Without you, day and night, my goodness becomes evil,
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But this hell Baku is cool with you ...
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Take me again, I'll be yours alone,
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My shallow feelings without you are deep with you,
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Without you, day and night, my goodness becomes evil,
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I think this hell Baku is cool with you.
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They did not write about love, as I wrote about you,
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Believe me, I'm not blind, I'm like you call to prayer,
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Believers shouting in the minarets,
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Your ordinary laughter is like a call to prayer in my ears.
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They said that he had lost his mind and left the religion.
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But they do not understand me, it is impossible to explain in language,
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If they know me as a slave to love, a partner in love,
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You are my delicate, weak, delicate place.
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They said, then write, let me describe you for a while,
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Tell me to sacrifice my life, or to confirm my soul,
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Neither the pen does not get tired of you, nor does my nature say enough,
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I deny many things, I admire you,
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Which poet is so sick?
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I will correct the notes in my line, this is enough,
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Because of your face, I choose you out of a thousand,
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Monster, I love you the only one who loves full moon.
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Take me from me, I'll be yours alone,
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My shallow feelings without you are deep with you,
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Without you, day and night, my goodness becomes evil,
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But this hell Baku is cool with you ...
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Take me again, I'll be yours alone,
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My shallow feelings without you are deep with you,
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Without you, day and night, my goodness becomes evil,
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I do not remember when I caught you
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Believe me, there are many women,
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No, I do not want to be with you,
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You are not the owner of my soul, you are the owner of my heart in the same way,
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I'm a street poet, not a palace,
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My pen writes the truth, but I am a witness of the truth,
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What share do I have from God, I own that share,
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Give me a Caspian, I have a coast.
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Take a picture of Baku, then let the crab go,
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That's not enough money to love here,
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Think of me, because I'm a perfumer,
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Are you simple |
Yeah? |
Or am I complicated?
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I need you, I need a shovel for the boat,
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There was a wind in Baku, you know?
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She will dance with her hair, I am the only wind ...
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Take me from me, I'll be yours alone,
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My shallow feelings without you are deep with you,
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Without you, day and night, my goodness becomes evil,
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But this hell Baku is cool with you ...
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Take me again, I'll be yours alone,
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My shallow feelings without you are deep with you,
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Without you, day and night, my goodness is evil |