� M erklifiyemiyorum � � The glass is half broken ah� � Shut up, we are dead, ay!� � We don't have each other, mind your own business! � � We swallowed the pill, my friend � � Let the one who knows look at our fortune � � Did we get fired? To the hajji, to the hodja? � � Don't run away, let's write hope � � Look at our condition, my friend � � We lost because of the loss � � Patience comes out of the good � � We couldn't get rid of the memory of this account � � From all the worlds, from all the appearances � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss � � With the word of beauty, with the power of the soul � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � From all the worlds, from all the appearances � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss � � With the word of beauty, with the power of the soul � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � You still think about the summer corner � � Oh, the cold winter corner inside � � People turned 40 corners � � We are the worst, my friend � � We are the enemy of sleep � � Who lost, you will find � � A coffee with a little sugar � � I can't drink plain, the loss � � We lost what we lost � � We lost our patience � � We couldn't get rid of the memory � � We couldn't get rid of this account � � From all the worlds, from all the appearances � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss � � With the word of beauty, with the power of the soul � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � From all the worlds, from all the appearances � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss � � With the word of beauty, with the power of the soul � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � From all the worlds, from all the appearances � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss � � With the word of beauty, with the power of the soul � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � From all the worlds, from all the apparences � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss � � With the word of beauty, with the power of the soul � � Go, go, I look like my mother, the loss � � Don't open the subject, from the sadness, the sadness, the loss �