Don't Burn Your Soul, Hurt Your Heart Şi ...

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Entrusted to you, your woman is from God,
Strive, for his happiness,
I say marvel at the torturer,
Don't hurt yourself, blacken your eyebrow.

It goes through your hands, dishes, laundry,
We choose the food, some gentlemen are hungry,

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