Sadik Hodja said the best word for this place, my brother.
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What did he say?
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He said it's the capital of disappointment
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I was a lover, my heart is mine
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I'm pitch black, but I've been blessed to be able to burn, my dear
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I'm the son of so-and-so, I'm from Zonguldak, it doesn't matter anyway
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Now they call me black mourning that can't burn with the taste of coal
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My hair is a hazelnut tree
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I used to be a king, as I trembled, I fell and my crown fell
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Love was carved into my chest with a knife, my roots are tenants to Girasun
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My mother who cleaned my lice is dead, my words are gone, my faith is gone
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My forehead is a wrinkled tea field
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My loved one's name was cloud, our daughter's name was raindrop
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I'm from Rize, it exploded and polluted my daughter Chernobyl accident
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So I gave it to the first person, it was very nice, the bride price was less
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Black Sea, the seal of the nerve in my temples
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We're frowning at injustice, so we're not very good at picking up
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But we came to the trick of the cunning, where did my labor go?
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The boss's wheel is broken, we can't show it to anyone
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A dream angel
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Human labor makes it fly
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Don't say the broken wing is dead
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You must be satisfied with your beauty
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half blackened destiny
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Ties heart full of lies
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Don't say that the ages shot him.
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I need to stand next to you and kiss
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I was love, Angara is the apple of my right eye
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The appetizer of my marble wine, don't be offended, Omer Khayyam is his grandfather
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But once, the stain of politics got on my eyes
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Now all I see is the corrupt file hidden from the public
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E, my right ear hears a sweet Aegean accent
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My spring is my sun, it flies in the vineyard, my bride's veil
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I am a bit from İzmir, a bit from Denizli, Kazdağı is my kirve
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But my eardrum was ruptured by my bride's scream
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My right cheek spoke, "Come whatever you are," he said.
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They did not come, a Yunus came and said, "Who should come?"
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My tongue that made Ney talk dried up while the semah was turning to love.
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I'm from Konya, a dove landed on my cheek and said "kill me"
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Mediterranean right next to me, cemre
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He loved to live, every particle that flies in me with a smile
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Now, come visit me tomb made with beach sand
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Because that big sea that has a horizon is now double
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A dream angel
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Human labor makes it fly
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Don't say the broken wing is dead
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You must be satisfied with your beauty
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half blackened destiny
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Ties heart full of lies
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Don't say that the ages shot him.
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I need to stand next to you and kiss
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I was always a love, my left eye, Pir Sultan Abdal
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I said friend, they hanged me, I said En-el Hak, but they burned it in Madımak
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I am from Sivas, those who have tears in my eyes with a torch in their hands
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He built a mansion over my right eye, sticking a fork in every dish
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My left ear is amazed by the sound of the baglama
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Shah-i Mardan whispers "Courage" from the door of the Forties
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Düzgin Baba shouts "Dersim", smiles Erzincan
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But the wire of the tie is broken, every soul that has been plowed
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Tigris kissed my left cheek
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I felt myself in Paris, said come and dive into it, said the bridge with ten eyes
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I'm from Diyarbekir, the song was burned in my dungeon by torture
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My beard was as green as Hevsel, the state uprooted it
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I was a love, my left side is east, my left side is Mesopotamia
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I am Syriac in Mardin, I smell cotton in the Taurus Mountains
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I'm a little Armenian, a little bit Kırmanche, a little bit Zaza
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I'm an immortal, but it's forbidden to be killed by the greed of power
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A dream angel
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Human labor makes it fly
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Don't say the broken wing is dead
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You must be satisfied with your beauty
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half blackened destiny
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Ties heart full of lies
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Don't say that the ages shot him.
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I need to stand next to you and kiss |