Beyaban Sagopa

A bird landed on my doubts, winter breathed in my hair Resentment dried up your happiness, this time this greed is problematic Life is cruel, fate is tricky Who will collect the weary of exile fate? There is good in every deed and evil in every good deed. The term is proof of my work Crow with an eye on my cheese, your wings are broken by my hand Let them pack my sorrows! Tell me, how much is the price? How many lines of broken dreams? Your eyes curse me, your lips beg for help The wear of your ambitions is reflected in your faces This is a secret from me Sink your raft in your own lake before I do! The one who bears my sins is not called a porter, but an angel I was a stain on your purity, forgive me, time has passed Yunus chose the option, my three wrongs got away with one right My whole story ends here Beyaban, let the tears of the bar smile on my eyes, my sadness, whose essence has become infamous My mate is silent, let anyone who touches me hold a handkerchief! Beyaban, your storm will scorch me, my tears will become sand mixes Have some mercy, don't act The bandit who shattered the wire mesh of my heart The traitor waits in ambush with his trip, Nimrod looks at my face I tore the veil of night with my sigh, hold your tongue As my doubts call, my border will not be crossed Look, the sun is high with its radiance, the sea is high with its waves. The servant of the Lord trembled like a willow with the wind of my majesty. Know that my two hands that open to the sky, the way is one (One!) The microphone was invented, my hand wrote, I shot it left and right Remember my face when you see your killing eyes! My tongue is with me, coach, it doesn't swallow ash cheat Double delete in a couplet even smile This grandfather licks ink with a solemn tongue Fall in love with the sleepless night, fall asleep right in the middle This cruel dream is a prisoner of a nightmare and blind lame I gave the order to myself, no matter who pulls the rest The wandering feelings of the head-turned divan Beyaban, let the tears of the bar smile on my eyes, my sadness, whose essence has become infamous My mate is silent, let anyone who touches me hold a handkerchief! Beyaban, your storm will scorch me, my tears will become sand mixes Have some mercy, don't act