it was hot
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Hot
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It was a bloody handle and a blunt iron knife.
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Hot
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it was hot
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the clouds were full
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The clouds will divorce
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would divorce
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He looked without moving
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from the rocks
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His two eyes landed on the plain like two eagles
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There the softest, the hardest
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The most frugal, the most generous
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most loving
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The biggest, most beautiful woman;
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EARTH It almost gave birth
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it was hot
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He looked from the Karaburun Mountains
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He looked at the horizon at the end of this land, frowning;
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In the fields the children plucked their heads like bloody poppies
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Dragging and chasing naked screams
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A fire of five bricks was coming, enveloping the horizon from the opposite side.
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This was Şehzade Murat who came
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Humayun's verdict was so sad that Prince Murat's name
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Arrived in Aydın and landed at the head of Bedreddin's caliph, Muhid Mustafa.
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it was hot
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Bedreddin caliph Muhid Mustafa looked
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The villager Mustafa looked
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He looked without fear, without anger, without laughing
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He looked straight
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He looked
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The softest, the hardest
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The most frugal, the most generous
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most loving
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The biggest, most beautiful woman;
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EARTH It almost gave birth
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Bedreddin's valiant men looked at the horizon from the rocks.
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The end of this land was getting closer and closer with the wings of a death bird with a decree
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Those who look from these rocks,
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Grape, fig, pomegranate;
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Feathers are honey-yellow
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Their milk is darker than honey
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With slender-waisted lion-maned horses
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They opened it like a brother's table without walls and borders.
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it was hot
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He looked
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Bedreddin valiants looked at the horizon…
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The softest, the hardest
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The most frugal, the most generous
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most loving
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The biggest, most beautiful woman;
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EARTH Almost gave birth, would give birth
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it was hot
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the clouds were full
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Almost like a sweet word, the first drop fell to the ground.
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Suddenly
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It pours from the rocks, it rains from the sky, it seems to end from the ground.
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It's like the last work of the land
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Bedreddin's valiants came before the prince's army
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Seamless white-headed, barefoot and bare-bladed
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Compromised
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Turkish villagers of Aydın
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Gummy Greek sailors
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Jewish shopkeepers
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Ten thousand important comrade Börklüce Mustafa
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He plunged into the enemy jungle like ten thousand axes
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Take the flags, green
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The shields are not inlaid, the bronze coats are torn apart, but
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As the day descends in the pouring rain
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Ten thousand two thousand left
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Singing a song all together
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Pulling the net from the waters together
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Processing iron like needlepoint, all together
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To plow the land together
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To be able to eat figs with honey together
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To be able to say tomorrow in everything, everywhere, together, except your cheek
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Tens of thousands gave eight thousand…
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they were defeated
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The vanquished wiped out in the seamless white shirt of the vanquished
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And bleed the blood of their swords, like a song sung together
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The land worked together by the hands of brothers
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The horses bred in Edirne palace were matched with their hoofs.
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This is the necessary result of historical, social and economic conditions.
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DO NOT SAY…
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I know
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I bow my head in front of the object you say
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But this heart
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He does not understand this language very much
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He says, "Hey, go kanbur felek, hey bitch, hey"
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And one by one
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in a moment
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Whip marks on their shoulders, their faces covered in blood
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It passes by stepping on my heart with its bare feet
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The losers of Karaburun from the hands of passes Aydın
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Friends
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I know
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Friends
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I know where he is
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I know it's gone, it won't come again
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I know in a camel's hump, to a bleeding cross, his naked body is nailed
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from your arms
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Friends leave me, let me go
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Friends, let me see one of Bedreddin's servants, Börklüce Mustafa, Mustafa
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Two thousand men to be beheaded, Mustafa and his cross
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Executioner log and row everything is ready everything is ok
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A red brooch embroidered head, golden stirrups, a gray horse
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A boy with thick eyebrows on a horse, the sultan of Amasya, the prince Sultan Murat
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And next to him, Bayezid Pasha, whom I adore, I don't know
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The executioner stole the line
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Bare necks burned like pomegranates
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Like apples falling from a green branch, one starts falling one after another
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And every time the head falls to the ground
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Mustafa from his cross
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He looked for the last time
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And the hair of the head that fell all over the place did not quake;
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IRIS DEDE SULTANIM IRIS said a
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He didn't say another word |