Someone's husband, someone's uncle
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In short, their favorite
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They took from their warm sleep
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They threw them in the stream beds at midnight
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Neither those who were slaughtered knew nor those who were slaughtered
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male law
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Some dripped from the blade at the mouth of the road
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Some friendly chat line
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While the soul is leaving, the servant's hand
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He spat in our faces with his last breath
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Get up, give birth to yourself, you are worthy
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You're a woman, you're my daughter, you're my mother
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How much milk did you have?
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Do you breastfeed the world with hatred?
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Girl Leyla, get up now
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Get up quickly, pick up your shards
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Girl Leyla, lie in wait
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Let them not shoot their daughters again
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Some dripped from the blade at the mouth of the road
|
Some friendly chat line
|
While the soul is leaving, the servant's hand
|
He spat in our faces with his last breath
|
Neither those who were slaughtered knew nor those who were slaughtered
|
male law
|
Get up, give birth to yourself, you are worthy
|
You're a woman, you're my daughter, you're my mother
|
How much milk did you have?
|
Do you breastfeed the world with hatred?
|
Girl Leyla, get up now
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Get up quickly, pick up your shards
|
Girl Leyla, lie in wait
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Let them not shoot their daughters again |