High in the mountains of black head
and black light of his return to the cities
when they are thirsty flowers saralar how
combustible human life, who finished exhausted by the time
when a man who loves
his soul burning fire burning fire
when the transmitting range of the latter
hurt, fire burning burning burning
safely, though I think he does not love,
grief and sorrow, though miskilsiz
loving adulterous love Olza
burning exhausted when they lead their lives
when a man who loves
his soul burning fire burning fire
when the latter transmitting an apartment
fire burning burning burning soul
of the untimely death of the premature separation
would not take me, I wish I
would not term this cruel Why
not spend my hand and I
took my pain kədərimidə
One day on the grave I'll
put an end to the life of the haksızlıgına
on the grave one day I oləcəm
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