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şeirlər poems

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Gara Gazanfar who had not been able to get up
from his bed for several days, was on his feet, he
wished to raise his arms and dance for the last time.
Gara Gazanfer gazed at the mountains around, and
in front of him, looked at the mountain of Murov
which was kissing the clouds.

PLAY, MINSTREL, PLAY
Play, minstrel, play
Play and let me dance
My face towards the mountains, mountains .
Till the end of my life
My eyes will not be satisfied
Looking at the mountains, mountains

Play, minstrel, play
Let me dance with mountains
Staying in front of me!
Let me dance with the brand
The tyrants branded on my chest in this world!

Play, minstrel, play
Let me dance with the pain
I encountered,
I faced
I sighed deeply in the grief
Play, let me dance with sighs in my heart!

Play, minstrel, play
Maybe I have sinned
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