May my people rejoice, your God has come
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With captives, you were brutally burned in flames
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You thought I was gone, but I'm here now
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I dream of cruel punishments
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I am the spirit of strangers, I came from heaven
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I am obsessed with darkness, I loved Mara
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I'm tired of the living, I'm blind to them
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I'm sorry you're dead, I'm reading you.
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Don't cry, your heart is bleeding with age
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You can hear the word, you have a secret from yourself
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to live without flesh, without sin, without love ?!
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Your way of life is clumsy, and ships are without sails
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to each of my lords, each of you without a candidate
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Your tongue feeds the crows that eat lies
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I discovered empty graves on stone shelves
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I felt the tribes moving away from heaven
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A man capable of breaking rocks
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How helpless you feel when you cry fear grb
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When I cried out of loneliness, I didn't want to reach out
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You are alive, I will not die, I will cry when I meet you
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You didn't believe, you said no, are you happy in this life ?!
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You have been captured by millions, you have disappeared in the ivy
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You prayed, you asked, God gave, you did not like
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You asked for life, you gave it to him, you did not get tired of strife
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He closed his eyes during the day and longed for the night
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Ishiqa, there was hatred for the imam, there was gossip in the ears
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There was a mid-chest, it burned, there was a lot of bravery in the blood
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The people of Paradise missed it, there was a lone martyr
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What happened? |
His eyes were full, it was the only way, he was on the road
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The black crow landed, the throne landed, and asked for blood
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The Gcl army stopped, I was not there
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The cruel trap has set a trail, it can't stand it anymore…,
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Fingers rms composer
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song, on my sore tongue,
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Every night the black dervish wakes up with his voice and pain
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iimdə.
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I'm thirsty, I'm never crying, I'm thirsty
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my lost traces,
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I screamed, I screamed in pain
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burned, burned my feelings.
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Abandoned worldly, wrinkled in a box full of pain
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in my hand,
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I have lived and lived for years
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buried feelings in my back.
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When I walk in the crowd, when I don't go, when I disappear
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if i don't get lost
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Life already turned into tired looks
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my thoughts in another direction.
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I told her not to cry, but she cried, she didn't listen to my tears
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as soon as I see my future,
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As you know, the end of longing is nvan, sadness does it
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as the saying goes.
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The seals of joy disappeared from my life
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as if gone,
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As I tried, I got a lot of luck
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as the flesh runs out of breath.
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My clothes, my deeds, black racial tears in the room, sky
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Shut up dervish, calm down, crow, Mete, Aid this day sny something
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My dreams are lost, my dreams are lost, my dreams are lost
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sow
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Pain, shortness of breath, help, loneliness and death
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it gets dark
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Caress my wings, do not touch my head with my arms
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let,
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Close your eyes, count to him, look for the member hidden in my arms
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zv.
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When I find it, I don't want to wear silk
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brought the night to your eyes,
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Hold my chest, tear my skin, taste my flesh, my ribs
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broke, find my opinion.
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If you have it, show it to me, if not, hide it and lie
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de has deep doynr still,
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The name is forever on the nail
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stay there.
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Gllar ek! As beautiful as our love, poisonous
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cut the thorns with your teeth tpr hearth,
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Let there be light, let us be thirsty, let our lips speak from tale to tale
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walk hand in hand
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Moaning on dusty pages, at the deepest peaks
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add
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Screaming in the land of the deaf forever
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When the waves come in the mourning of the bare rocks,
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Don't be ashamed if you miss me so much I'll miss you
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My eyes are wet, but I'll get used to the spark
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Don't cry, mix with honey like honey, like fire with fire
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A little dz me, a little love me
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Believe me, I'm a little jealous of my crows
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Throw the rules, let's skip the curtains of education
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Money, the road from the bottom of the milk with his hands
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I hate his lips and blood on my cheek
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Let's mix a little fog in the dark, in the name of Gneshi rt
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Save time, let's get used to the fire of hell in the last breath
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Rolling will roll again at the tip of the pen,
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He was breathing heavily, his throat was dry
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tprcək.
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Last tstmd my friend gtr ek, next to me Dervish
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lm God
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I continue on my way with a crow's black feather, and you control my ears
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cut off
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This person's voice is a little bitter, relax
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Give free rein to my thoughts, from the topics I like
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don't go back
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Come on, stay there, I said frost, all melts
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and the last of the borders
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The clock is on, the scorpion does not work, the body
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tired feet on the stand
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But the demands do not end, and the hands do not get tired of writing
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reasons
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separated from the brain by dead nerves
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nerves
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The crow that landed on my head crowed,
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I have a covenant with the Dervish God
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ldra can not finish track, replay bass extend mrm
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Don't cry if I remember, don't mourn my will
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The fog is over, I said goodbye, I said don't wait
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After that, I'm my only friend! |