Well.
I can't come to you,
my dear,
the roads are muddy,
the roads are muddy,
oh
I can't come to you, my dear,
the roads are muddy, the roads are muddy, oh
my dear.
They set a trap, they set a trap
I
can't come to you,
my dear
The roads are far away
I'm the son of the vultures,
I'm the son of the slaves
Where can I find you?
The roads are far away I'm the son of the vultures,
I'm the son of the slaves
Where can I find you?
On escape from the onion tree,
Yaghur, let it be 가رة
lay in, lay in, oy
O wounded me,
for symphonic with It only comes, only comes, oy
We are separated from you,
my child,
may you be a star,
oh!
I will be your ancestors,
I will be your slaves,
I will find you wherever you are,
oh!
I will be
your ancestors,
I will be your slaves,
I will find you wherever you are, oh!
I will be your ancestors,
I will be your slaves,
I will find you wherever you are, oh!