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September Time

That keeps us who live so far away
Night sleeping in the sufferings
Life forests kurşunlanıyor
Destroyed dirty aspects of fear
Children running treacherous voluntary death
lead by melting the hearts of tender

Still no sign of rain
Resistance cry of our age it's raining
Sevdanın rebellion
Submit to oppression döneklikti
In September, his heart bled mountains
September hearts to say
Poured into barrels to go

The whole story of the snake dreams
Trying to consume the pain
Eyes are starting to bleed
Pass through the doors in September

Never mind the spring of March, organizing the
Shot full of branches
Goy crop biçiliyor now
Remained under Pallets snowdrops

Forgot weight
A worker is two onions
Or three potatoes
Everyone would have been easy to hear, though
Ear scratching sounds of hungry children
Now time for September
Caressing the cheeks of death

Thou ragamuffin
Life insensitive human
You can not listen to them
Love songs by an overnight said
No partition naps
Yürümemişsen bare feet
On top of your fears
Resistance is Ürkütmemişse
I hunger Ürkütmemişse
You do not know of September brought

My people
Now experiencing the pain of Spring
The rest of them knows the torture
How mountains are surrounded loneliness

Re-bear
Women who AHT
Shrapnel poured their wombs
Mothers rafts covering
Dead on kids
Sevdanın lips scream shattered
Bread with bare barrel
Pain is as fresh as yesterday, tomorrow is installed
Who's Who sees you hear
Going through the doors of September

September undergoing
Saggy tits mother's shame
Open up your eyes

September undergoing
Bread stolen soframızdan
Workers from factories swallow
Tired business return

September undergoing
Street of jail cell
Life is consumed
Resisting human
Now time for September
Pass through the doors in September

Do not be fooled ha
Date in which calendars
May not july range

Now time for September
Hançerlenen heart of life
Passion for youth
The bride's veil wire
The worker's labor
Longing for the mother
Wealth means losing everything

Things like not being able to live
How much is difficult to draw a picture of happiness
Unhappiness same difficulty
Like songs written yet
Words unspoken, kissing faces
It's only thirty songs written marta

Rain clouds in my eyes in my head
Mountains, far from the sun
When you remove the head
I look to the sky
Stars in my eyes rains
Then you know
Yıldızlaşmış hopes

February 2001

Abdullah oral