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She came with tears She has become love On my land is forbidden Where do I go? They extinguished all the candles around me And gray hair appeared in my head And I am still a girl in spring flowers They stripped me of everything, she said Until it became a wasteland I answered her with tears racing through her tears They planted weakness in our country And feed us humiliation, my lady And it is time to harvest them They counted people who did not understand And they arrested the flag in us They became ignorant of us to possess What love are you looking for, madam And those in our country To our dreams, they steal What love are you talking about The hatred has subsided In the hearts of many Go if you want To a homeland inhabited by good people Go if you like To a world not spiteful If you do not find a homeland It is inhabited by sane people So say maybe Lord to guide the wrongdoers

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