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What do you cry, crazy nightingale? Let this cry of yours (my mother) be left to your rose If you cannot achieve your desire in this world, let your peace be left to the couch (my mother) What are you to lament? One eyebrow at a time It has opened my chest (my mother) to an incurable wound If a doctor comes, let the cure for my pain (my mother) be left to Lokman For the sake of a soul, your soul and your cool have passed away My body has become ashes (my mother) from the fragile nature of love Emrah demands a kiss from his coy lover If this holiday does not happen, let it be left to the sacrifice (my mother) Management Contact: İsmail Alataş ☎️+90(544) 117 30 44 [email protected] / elifavcionline / elifavcionline / elifavcionline