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Ketmeydu Kutluk, the blood was full of places, they ran away and stopped. You were grassy skin, flowing sweat, they dried up and stopped. Til deşnamdin, naive men, collapsed and stopped. Prayers were lighted. The deserts were in abundance. Cruelty whips lashed traces and did not stop Aldamçiga bizning hands did not go away Chugundekni sucked the roses did not go away Science oygan tehi hides did not stop singing. The places where holy blood is dripped will not pass away The sweat flowing from the fire-soaked body will not dry up and go away Men who are verbally cursed will not be frightened and go away The lights coming from the pale candle will not enlighten Young nightingales will not die and die because of the trap Pure hearts will not laugh because of the deception Rosebuds will not wither and die by plucking This vineyard will not become a desert by being crushed and trampled It will not disappear because of the whip of cruelty The traces he leaves will not fade away Our hands (our people) will not be deceived by the deceivers Roses will not wait for the night bird now Wake up my people, our wounds will not heal yet