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şeirlər poems

In the way of life I lived
Play, Let me dance with my sins

Play, minstrel, play
It is an end...
My mother’s spirit descended
And landed on my shoulder,
Her spirit went round my neck...
Such good news
Happens rarely
Play ,let me dance with my mother’s spirt
Play, let me dance with the grandchildren’s
Future.

Play, minstrel, play
Let me dance with each blossom,
Let me dance with each flower
I picked up with grate love
From the mountain’s foothills
From the slopes
And sent to my sweetheart.

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Play, minstrel, play
Let me raise my arms for the last time
Death is also a flower,
Play, let me dance with the death!
Death is truth
Let me dance with my sweetheart
Whose name is truth!

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