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Greasy bullets are tearing the night My heart should not be enveloped by mountains of fear Don't let the roses bloom on the path of migration My heart should not beat far from its homeland My dear writer, the blackness of my embroidered fate The henna of your hands has taken hold of separation Even if Rumelia's turn to say goodbye comes, will my heart beat far from its homeland Birds of prey are waiting for the night If you chain my heart, will my heart stop? Don't give me separation, my Almighty God Don't let my heart beat far from its homeland