9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
To our past times,
Our bitter sweet days,
Whatever I left you,
Let my head be the charity of my eyes.
The value I give you,
The years I gave my life,
Everything you took from me,
Good luck to all,
The happiness I gave you,
Let me give you my zakat.
I do not rebel against my fate,
What does not value you,
I don't feel sorry for the time gone,
I don't worry about those who don't know my worth.
He says time heals everything.
I laugh at the days spent with you,
I never burn to the days gone,
Thank you, I will continue on my way,
Whatever you took from me,
I'll say get my intelligence and pass.
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