How much you loved us every day You would like to win, halal bread, You would look for it, you want to ask I hope your grave is heaven, my father ...
You won here, you left it like that, For your son and your daughter to be comfortable, Wasn’t it a pity? I hope your grave is heaven, my father.
From morning to evening, you went on foot, Was it worth the lie to the world? Property, property, wealth are a lie, stayed here, I hope your grave is heaven, my father ...
I need worldly too, while living here, May Allah not let the hand open, the innocent stranger, Money is the most needed in the world, I hope your grave is heaven, my father.
You’ve been running every day to the early roads You used to say give it away, my Lord, alimony, You corded your hand under the stone, I hope your grave is heaven, my father ...
Work till you die, try not to stop, Wealth accumulated, goods remain here, Put it in your paradise, Allah Almighty, I hope your grave is heaven, my father.
21.05.2013 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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