We are now a champion, be proud!
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This name suits this country, huh?
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We took the lives of a thousand children a year, all of them workers.
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Life is expensive, people are cheap! |
We said accident, we got used to it, huh?
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We are in a race with the world, Europe is the first!
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Our rightful joy, we left a stone in the mother's lap
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We killed and starved two out of every three children
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I counted; |
Fifty million people suffer misery
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Civilization became its name, murder
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Continue poet?
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How many of our children are homeless?
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How many are silent about sexual abuse in correctional homes?
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How many complied with the force of justice 26 times?
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We received applause from the whole world in harassment and rape!
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No education, no security, no health care!
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The bribery disease that makes us compete with Europe!
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I've also listened to the same nagging for years
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When we asked, we found it on the road
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Forty out of a hundred
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Money, oppression, lawsuits, customs all the same nightmare
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Died mother, sister, child, baby, honor cleared!
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Perception, observation, solution.
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Well, what about them?
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If the subject is violence against women: Then we are single in the world
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Justice was a bird and he was condemned and flew
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Ambition surrendered and we fell
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Doubt passed over us
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Literate, writer, potential criminal
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Like this!
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Is it a bright dream?
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And human rights at all?
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Are your hearts stone or what?
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The head you cut off?
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What is the trouble we suffer?
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The lesson you teach?
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Can a country live with ten thousand terrorist suspects?
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If a person doesn't say a woman or a child, does he spread a grudge?
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Why?
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A mother was shouting Why?
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His anger is blood red, worth every curse
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Shot in the head fight, How not to burn?
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A black horse died, his name remained; |
Ethem!
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Dont ask!
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They forcibly blocked the way in a street
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Then they beat a boy running for his people
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Dont ask!
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Maybe he had a dream, the color was azure
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Will you die again KORKMAZ Ali İsmail
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When they stared at a soul and disguised as death;
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Blind night, they drove on a land road
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Clenched fist when he fell to the ground
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And his scowl was 20 years old, Mehmet AYVALITAS's!
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It was June three, the peace he dreamed of
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The freedom he wants is this; |
it was a crime he committed
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What you don't know; This life is mine
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Abdullah was virtuous because Abdullah was CÖMERT |