Again the smell of blood, gunpowder comes to my nose
My will is already, let me write to my grandson
He put our enemies in my bosom as friends
I have to put my shroud on my neck now
Protect my country, the Islamic world, O Lord
Don't give any opportunity to the enemies of religion, Ya Rabbi
25.09.2014
Osman Karahasanoğlu
Kayıt Tarihi : 25.9.2022 23:08:00
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