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Ali Kızıltuğ Those who say I am a lord, I am a pasha have locked the doors, come on You are a foreign land, you have ruined those villages The nightingale goes and the owl hoots, come on Those who say I am a lord, I am a pasha have locked the doors, my dear, come on One house is left here, one house across The neighbors went to our house, what happened to those forty-year-old trees and dried up, are our hands not recognized? Come on I will burn and burn for this trouble I will search until I find our hands The spring that doesn't give way to those beauties An owl has nested on their heads, come on I asked someone, where is this place? The troubled Çağlar stream has become deserted, said Kızıltuğ. This is Mursal, the Koçyiğits have sulked and left, come on