| What to plant in this field is not a sin, is it forbidden?
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| The horse landed on the island yesterday, it is both a trip and a murat.
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| These girls are looking at me, how do they know me?
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| These coyotes are near me, staring at an empty moment
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| Days pass, months pass, let it pass
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| You turned one hundred and five yesterday, you are still very young
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| Let the ferries pass over his grave
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| Well, where are you, where are you?
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| Well, where are you, where are you?
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| Let's look at a house here for the next winter
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| If possible, let's live on top of that mountain.
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| Here the wolves roam at night, coming towards the scent
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| Who are the gendarmes looking for, why are they burning the field?
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| Days pass, months pass, let it pass
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| You turned one hundred and five yesterday, you are still very young
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| Let the ferries pass over his grave
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| Well, where are you, where are you?
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| Well, where are you, where are you?
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| Mom was tired of crying, dad was tired of the economy
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| Brother drank too much, sister graduated from METU
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| Detained for several years, still looking for a lawyer
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| Their uncles in the country also sleep from floristry.
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| Days pass, months pass, let it pass
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| You turned one hundred and five yesterday, you are still very young
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| Let the ferries pass over his grave
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| Well, where are you, where are you?
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| Well, where are you, where are you? |