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06.04.2010 10:42 |
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Telephone conversation
You are far from me
I am far from you
Your lovely eyes are far from me
But thanks to telephone
Your heart words close to me
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Why this new poet not to be inspired
Incredible dreams , about his love
Don't have confidence in a soft gentle morning wind
Certainly , this country will not stay so tomorrow
While expressing my thoughts on the phone
Your face I longed , perhaps will seen me far away
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Your love is deep ,your dream is deep
What it'll be if I give my heart
For clearing up this matter
Could I see your eyes on the phone
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These words wouldn't persuade me
Not little got up into trouble
I'd like the mirror of eyes
But the truth in front of you
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| Şərh göndərin |
06.04.2010 10:14 |
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LOVE
There is such love flowers blossom in lips
There is such love as snow as breeze
There is such love make nightingales sing in heart
Such love is as fondle my of spirit
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There is such love seems us bright far away
Don't approach , coz it's full of dark
There is such love fall on places and will creap always
That love is full of a thousand betray
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There is such love brings us flowers from spring
The inner is passion , don't smell your heart will bleed
There is such love the out is pleasant , the in is horrble
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There is such love bring us very good deeds
However there is shadow of dark nights
Ther is is shadow of riddle mixing in love
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| Şərh göndərin |
06.04.2010 09:50 |
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I said mother flames floü to my heart
I said mother ‚a bristle come out to my soul
I said mother ‚ a beautiful scene opened in front of me
I said mother ‚ however I couldn't see her side me
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Mother , mother I'm fond of this word from the start
My thought lines aren't able to describe her
Each beauty saying baby couldn't be a mother
Because there is a specific charm in her nature
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I hadn't lived other life in such a beautiful way
Somebody created her in a beauty way
Mother , mother she is flowery shoot inside me
She grew up in my heart striking roots from the start
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Sometimes I want to draw that shoot from my heart
However then my whole creature hurt
As if tremblous and delicate voice break out of my heart
Harmoniously say : "Don't touch me I' m poor "
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Because I grew you up , I fondled you
The songs I sang over you cradle
The shadow of folk song , my baby
There are pages belonging me in each book , in each religious
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How true words had been written , I'd seen
They say , Mushviq , you were ill poor of your mother
When cold hands embraced you as your father
Only your bitter screams shook everywhere
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If anyone asks me now , have you mother, father?
Without being absorbed in any fancy
I'm saying " What is lost is lost "
Now , allow me to live a sacred ,frank deed that I've found
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There is a holly place that I belive
Each day , each time I created it with my tireless hands
It is a world that the skies are golden
Yhe height , the lowness , the space are golden
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