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Don't perch, nightingale, don't perch on the branch of the daffodil They'll kill you on the path of a beloved I'll be sacrificed as a sapling Don't say, don't say, oh my beloved was shot His blood has calmed down, the village heard about it I left from Eleşkirt, my burden is plums Don't touch my wound, it's full of holes My lover is a fresh ferik Don't say, oh my beloved was shot His blood has calmed down, the village heard about it Ağrı/Eleşkirt - İsmet Koçkar - Muzaffer Sarısözen The Charm of a Voice, TRT (2014)