Wedding and honeymoon with father's money
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Those who did, shot and took Majnun, Leyla
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Don't be sad, it's the tin that makes the copper shine
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Let it go, this is the procession of these dogs
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Pine honey ignites the kindling
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Life at work brings the honey to the bear
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Winter makes every mountain stone talk
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The sun will always rise, wipe your tears!
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But do you understand me?
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If you love the rose, you will smell the thorn!
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Greetings to the one who knows
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My paper is tears, my pen is sweat
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Look, it's becoming a lake drop by drop
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The drop is mixing with the water, it's a flood.
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You're leaving your loved one, look at your hand
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My two eyes, your two eyes are no longer forbidden
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Kavuşmuyo' two collars
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Burning, of course, burns
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night time joke
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I've seen what's in your heart
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Passenger ticket paper cup tea
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Say goodbye to those who wave
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I can't share my loneliness bye bye
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My life couldn't be a struggle lay lay — lom
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You can't walk without crawling hey hey hop
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If fate is lucky, put a check
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Even if he sends arrows to me one by one
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No dying without a fight
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So my suitcase full of sweat
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In Istanbul, too, I will be Izmir
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Neighborhood that doesn't turn into an urban smelly
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He sits in the corner with his rosary in hand.
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Agile Yener, street head, says:
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“It's not love, it's between the legs
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The one who goes goes away, that's the door
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Give me your tobacco, I'll burn it again"
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A face you haven't seen, a word you haven't heard
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Sadness like to say
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I told you, you didn't understand, okay I'm sorry
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I'm done with tears now you're sad
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If you search, you will find fault in everything.
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I'm offended by everything except my loneliness
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Is it a gift, things from the box?
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Except for the holidays, the things that are celebrated are lies!
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My past is over, don't be a business to my present
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Horn that sounds as soon as it opens closed traffic
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The ones on my right arm are not faça but rigging
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Enough of the memory, don't ask any more!
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We toasted in solitude
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Let's see if the world turns one more day
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Is the wind for sale in the summer evening?
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Don't touch her, she's bored with her frowned
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Look, it's becoming a lake drop by drop
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The drop is mixing with the water, it's a flood.
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