The village was small, but the tailor Mehmet was a big man.
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He was hardworking but poor, that's how life came again
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Calloused hands worked by foreigners
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For years of expatriate income for bread
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He got used to Paris, but he didn't change, instead of a village.
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With his manners and knowledge, he earns more than the village.
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Tolerant, helpful, broad-minded
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He doesn't have a single enemy, everyone loves and respects
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Far away my grandchildren say the heart is close enough is enough
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As life goes like this with good and bad
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He recorded 11:14 a day
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A voice on the phone “We lost your grandfather…”
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What did you say, dammit! |
I destroyed the body!
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This killed me! |
Is this mad gloom?
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Does the ear hear and the heart forget that goodbye?
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That greeting that says Mehmet, son of Hüseyin...
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Go, go, don't think about us
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We always pretended like we were sad
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Every night here an angel descends from my dream
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We just kept quiet so you wouldn't wake up...
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Don't go, the sky shines
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There will be a holiday, of course, spring will come and winter will come.
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There is someone who interferes with the dream and hears your voice
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Tell me, is it very difficult to wake up?
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There is only one cherry left on this dried tree.
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There is no happiness in him, do you have some?
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Offended by fate, he said: «I am offended»
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After her daughter, of course, her second fire…
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The oldest suns look dark behind you
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There are neither old smiles nor old holidays
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No, nothing... Look innkeeper
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You're gone, Ataeymir is also a foreigner
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We used to walk to get out of overalls
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The children playing in your garden have grown
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We became the sun, we put out the candles
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Rest assured, your grandchildren will not forget
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Death cannot be escaped even if you want separation
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It hurts me to leave without a last hug...
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Goodbye for now, may your place be heaven...
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Go, go, don't think about us
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We always pretended like we were sad
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Every night here an angel descends from my dream
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We just kept quiet so you wouldn't wake up...
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Don't go, the sky shines
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There will be a holiday, of course, spring will come and winter will come.
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There is someone who interferes with the dream and hears your voice
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Tell me, is it very difficult to wake up? |