It doesn't make sense in summer and winter, sun and rain
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It's time my dreams die, long live my nightmares
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You have half honor, I have total and criminal
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It is halal and wonderful for the homeland to fall from this bench.
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Your problem is your man, my problem is another
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I saw the crescent in your eyes, I gave my heart to love
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I got a bullet in my right side, I lay on the ground in pain
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I said homeland, I said religion, I breathed every minute
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I wore a shroud while I was sleeping, let death come if it comes
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Bury me not with folk songs, but Allah with Akbars
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Read life through my eyes, not from books
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The flag has no meaning, unless you die for it, coach
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Let the strawberry come and get it, my destiny is the oily rope
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I'm a Turk, I'll die but I don't stay tied in handcuffs
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If I am, I will count sacrifice, honor and honor to the country.
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Let it exist and long live the generation of Oğuz, tomorrow
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There is death, covered with snow
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There is death, his body is bloody wounded
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There is death, rain dripped on me
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Yar, my hand is tied to Azrael
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There is death, covered with snow
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There is death, his body is bloody wounded
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There is death, rain dripped on me
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Yar, my hand is tied to Azrael
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It doesn't make sense laugh, thorn, iron bars
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It doesn't mean that it will be a lie, what I tell tomorrow
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There's no point in being silent, offended, and so hard
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It's not important today, but who you will be tomorrow, my lion.
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There is rebellion everywhere, look at the oppressors everywhere
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The world is a bomb with the pin pulled, blind servant, why?
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Nine steps left, I won't stop now if you say stop
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I don't have eyes in the world anyway, the last sackcloth shroud I wore
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I've got what's left in my mind, I have a wound that can't be repaired
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Want to sell my country, sold men
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Harams you think are halal, lies you think are true
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You don't see, there is someone who is proud of your honor.
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It's time now I have to go don't worry
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Shed neither blood nor tears, smile for me
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Executioner, how are you, my guard, for those who are not afraid of death
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Mercy God, don't ask me for my last word
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There is death, covered with snow
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There is death, his body is bloody wounded
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There is death, rain dripped on me
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Yar, my hand is tied to Azrael
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There is death, covered with snow
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There is death, his body is bloody wounded
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There is death, rain dripped on me
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Yar, my hand is tied to Azrael |