A bird landed on my doubts, winter breathed in my hair
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Resentment dried up your happiness, this time this greed is problematic
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Life is cruel, fate is tricky
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Who will collect the weary of exile fate?
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There is good in every deed and evil in every good deed.
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The term is proof of my work
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Crow with an eye on my cheese, your wings are broken by my hand
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Let them pack my sorrows! |
Tell me, how much is the price?
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How many lines of broken dreams?
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Your eyes curse me, your lips beg for help
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The wear of your ambitions is reflected in your faces
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This is a secret from me
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Sink your raft in your own lake before I do!
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The one who bears my sins is not called a porter, but an angel
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I was a stain on your purity, forgive me, time has passed
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Yunus chose the option, my three wrongs got away with one right
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My whole story ends here
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Beyaban, let the tears of the bar smile on my eyes, my sadness, whose essence has become infamous
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My mate is silent, let anyone who touches me hold a handkerchief!
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Beyaban, your storm will scorch me, my tears will become sand
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mixes
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Have some mercy, don't act
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The bandit who shattered the wire mesh of my heart
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The traitor waits in ambush with his trip, Nimrod looks at my face
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I tore the veil of night with my sigh, hold your tongue
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As my doubts call, my border will not be crossed
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Look, the sun is high with its radiance, the sea is high with its waves.
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The servant of the Lord trembled like a willow with the wind of my majesty.
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Know that my two hands that open to the sky, the way is one (One!)
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The microphone was invented, my hand wrote, I shot it left and right
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Remember my face when you see your killing eyes!
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My tongue is with me, coach, it doesn't swallow ash cheat
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Double delete in a couplet
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even smile
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This grandfather licks ink with a solemn tongue
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Fall in love with the sleepless night, fall asleep right in the middle
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This cruel dream is a prisoner of a nightmare and blind lame
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I gave the order to myself, no matter who pulls the rest
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The wandering feelings of the head-turned divan
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Beyaban, let the tears of the bar smile on my eyes, my sadness, whose essence has become infamous
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My mate is silent, let anyone who touches me hold a handkerchief!
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Beyaban, your storm will scorch me, my tears will become sand
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mixes
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Have some mercy, don't act |