Άλμπουμ:
Yaklaş
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Ζαζαϊκή
Μετάφραση
Αγγλικά
Ogit
Advice
Oh son, my beautiful son
Do not set fire to my hearth
Oh daughter, my beautiful daughter
Do not cast embers to my heart
Forcibly, forcibly, forcibly, by force
have they taken apart from our grounds
By force have they outsourced (sent to exile)
Till Konya province
Deaf, mute, neighborless
Lonely, desperate, how to stay?
Towards sun the morning's prayer
The sainthood of the fire
The wild life we have never forgotten
In peace with whole humanity
We exist on those sacred grounds ever since Seth.
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