Every morning rising sun
Was not born a week
Hands out of my hands
Was the star slip
When the radiant roses
Those eyes were filled with tears
Does not hear the crying anymore
There was a one disappear
When you leave
All colors are black
Understand not worry anymore
Maybe he has found peace
Dursun, when you say dursun da
Game still is not live
This last is not, understand that you believe
Herkese inat
Every morning rising sun
Was not born a week
Hands out of my hands
Was the star slip
When the radiant roses
Those eyes were filled with tears
T come crying now
There was a one disappear
When the left
All colors are black
Understand not worry anymore
Maybe he has found peace
Dursun, when you say dursun da
Game still is not live
This last is not, understand that you believe
Herkese inat
I hear you, do you get back to
Game still is not live
Of a remedy does not understand,
Waking up in spite of cautious
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