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You take a swaying step To whom would you sell this beautiful swagger How have you been lying down since you left me May there be stones where you lie Down and start with beautiful Sitting at the door and winding up a car No matter how much I say it, my heart will be in ruins Bring a book, I swear I will never say hello to anyone but my lover Elazığ is like an old folk song! It comes to one's mind at an unexpected time... Sometimes you think of the days when you supported your hometown's team behind the goalpost on the Sürsürü side, and sometimes you think of yourself while accompanying the heavy halay among the ''GAKGOŞLAR'', flapping your handkerchief...! At that moment the switches suddenly throws and Even if it turns into ruin, this worldly possessions are worth it "HARPUT!" Mother, I'm coming, she calls to let you know "NEVER COME TO SAHAN EXPORT, I'M GOING TO MY FORSEEN COUNTRY ELAZIZ" you say and hop on the bus... Just as you're thinking that here is yours, here is mine, you find her body, burnt with longing for her homeland, on the "KÖMÜRHAN" bridge. When you arrive at the Hankövü gendarmerie station, you say to the driver Memede, "Gakgo, drop me off here, come on, I'll go and see my mother, whose scent lingers in my nostrils"...! First, because you haven't seen him for a long time, you cover yourself with both hands and swim to the ground. "You thank God for your safe return to the Holy Lands..." Later, when the Mamo gakgo gilin vineyard is late for dinner, he picks a bunch of grapes. "Hey blessed, you say, you who throw away the dice, you say, I am sacrificed for the one who gave you... As you float between the two-storeyed adobe roofs with the peeling plaster, the "JACKET", an heirloom from your father, is on your shoulder to the poor house, your heart becomes cracked, as if it freezes... You cannot bear it, and you drown in tears. You cannot reach the knocker. Like the days when your late father pulled your ear when you were little, you sit on the threshold and cry to your heart's content... Just when the song "These mountains are made of coal, the other day is part of life... There is a bird of heaven whose claw is made of iron comes to your mind, you find yourself wrapped around the neck of your mother whose table is spread on the ground...! The sorrows end, your burning heart feels relieved… Swimming sacrifice, swimming sacrifice, Sweaty swimming sacrifice, mother, What trouble did you go to? You say “DEATH”, You testify that the days spent without Elazığ are all in vain, And you never leave the land again! With my respect and love.