Let me be alone, let me find your heart
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I'm ruined, I'm telling you it 's solved
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Nobody understands me at all
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My poets do not understand my memory and guardian
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New pressure New pressure, I'm just around a strange fence
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I do not want to be with anyone at all
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I want to be alone with myself and deep thoughts
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I can not even talk to a handful of barren minds
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I became famous as a new poet
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All the films are in the thought of the next performance
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Do not rent pears, pity them
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You tasted goodbye
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But, you should say goodbye
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Heno, where do you want to go when I come?
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Here, now you want to be brave again
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Yeah, go sit down
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Yes, pray around
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Yes, we ask God to separate us
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You filthy rap, we have to make up for it
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Take a look back
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Do you remember where it started, buddy?
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Do not indoctrinate yourself with our opposition
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No, you are because we were her baby
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Where were you when my blood was on my friend's sofa
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When I lost all my friends
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But at the same time, it was dark on the white peak
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I was at the bottom of the valley when I made pilaf here
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Not all my plans were to be at the top
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It could last alone like a pill to the patient
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It takes patience to change yourself
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It does not have a shortcut, it does not come with a booklet, no
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They say the world is two days old and then we will die
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We will surely see what happens next or not
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For a while, we sit somewhere like Bakhtak
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We take a series of this hard road under the roller
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How wrong the thesis; |
We listened intently
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We must forget what we have learned
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We must embrace purpose and action
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Let's cover the main rules with gold
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I am not one of those models. I pray day and night
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But God did not give one or two years a day
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Ever since I got polo separated from my music
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I said goodbye and I kissed my poem twice
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As you became famous, you captured yourself
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Kurdish poetry and style, Kurdish poetry
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Jala, what happened when you arrived? |
Where did you get it?
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Go to the concert for money and do not die
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Sometimes the intentions are good, but the body's decisions
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It means bad, not wrong, its effect on the body
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The destination is right but the route is crooked
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It does not seem to be erased from the image of sludge
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My bit is over
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Let me be alone, let me find your heart
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I'm ruined, I'm telling you it 's solved
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Nobody understands me at all
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My poets do not understand my memory and guardian |