I came out of Çökertme, my Halil, my head is safe
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Before I reached his mansion in Bitez, my Halil, the apocalypse broke out.
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Halil's new visit to the shores
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He could not enter the police station and there is no betrayal
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His love is not over, his important chastity
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He couldn't see Gülsüm, to whom he gave his heart
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Her eyes couldn't smile, her story is half
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Gülsüm's eyes sting everyone
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Love stories are always unfinished
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Hearts are sad
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They burned your heart everyone's rangers
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His friends also said, let's scatter the bullet
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That boat that opened is now empty
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These dark roads are now empty
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The governor is brutal
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Mansion in Bitez
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He had a lot of men and he had a lot of money
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A bullet wound, a dagger wound
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Gulsum's wound is branded in her heart
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Between the two shores when coming and going
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A sergeant's wife had kidnapped Gülsüm.
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While they were running, Selamoğlu chased them.
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Mastika raki
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In fact, the sergeant also stashed him
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While he was fleeing, the guards injured him
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This place is not Aspat, I am Halil, but Bitez Mansion
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Set fire to my lungs, wire wound wound
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Let's go, let's go, my Halil, let's reach Çökertme
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If the rangers come, where should we flee, my Halil?
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Halil's new visit to the shores
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He could not enter the police station and there is no betrayal
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His love is not over, his important chastity
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He couldn't see Gülsüm, to whom he gave his heart
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Her eyes couldn't smile, her story is half
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Gülsüm's eyes sting everyone
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Love stories are always unfinished
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Hearts are sad
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It is completely emptied, but sometimes
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Disappointments happen.
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Forgiveness is always success
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Bringing music to the heart
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Mixture of love and hate
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The importance of love also
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So let's take a raise in love
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Forgiveness always takes time
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Significant compassion gain
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Don't forget the spelling of my line
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Don't forget the spelling of my line
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The end of gaining your drawing is a breakup
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Some leave with a death
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Some are the treason line
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While putting someone in the air
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Sometimes he sells his honor to some
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This place is not Aspat, I am Halil, but Bitez Mansion
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Set fire to my lungs, wire wound wound
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Let's go, let's go, my Halil, let's reach Çökertme
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If the rangers come, where should we flee, my Halil?
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It's full, it's full
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Hearts are sad
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Love stories are always unfinished
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Hearts are sad
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it's full
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Hearts are sad
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it's full
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Hearts are sad |