Əlvida-english version

Pluck, pluck long.
My life durable step.
Judge arrhythmia has cut to my hand.
Rubber rhythm enter to my way ,.
Go out from my way.
To forget yesterday has been turned to habit circumstance.
Chronicle amneziya.
Each step accompaniment by new fellow traveller.
Today being friends yesterday does not already step with me,.
Spreading does not do my yesterday to my today,.
It turns out that I am free garangushtak,.
I am comfortable, my friend there are noted.
Abandonment odd been in own way.
Beloved there are and he was yesterday,.
He got a little tired,.
Sit, sit.
Rhythm was disturbed.
I received to my embrace,.
He was unsatisfied.
I said and allow and go!
I left!
That comfortable I free.
A few hopes was planted in the same day.
But were forgotten very quicklies.
Let him is of the ear in me!
Just you are my friend.
Freeze time and if you can time ,.
Let everything freeze,.
Let him come true hopes!
Let sun turn off!
Darkness! Empty table.
Candle on.
Letter in the hand!
Word has been written 3:
Do not wait! Forgive! Good-bye!!
Good-bye!, my coquettish hopes, Good-bye!.
Good-bye!, bridges burning,.
I go and came to an end my work.
Dark station, statue passengers,.
How much got broken heart in this place,.
How much sizilty inlar.
Bnelimda sins,.
My broken soul in the inside of my bag,.
Blood hand.
There are what that you received me from me.
Life who of box of empty present now.
Everybody waiting ,.
Empty ichiny hiding with decorations.
I was oppressed from winged wish in cage than playing lot with my fate.
Causing pain I was oppressed .
I go granlig from ill winds of the city,.
I go from out of the persons which love me from hearts.
I go, I did not grow in this land,.
This society did not understand.
I went and if I where carries out the first train and I there are noted difference.
Good-bye!, native windows, Good-bye!.
Good-bye!, starry at nights, Good-bye!.
I go.
You will throw my drawings in wall,.
If you wants who poems that I wrote and you will distribute who poems that I wrote.
Boreded and when wept you will make laugh my beloved,.
When someone (anyone) mourned you will burn tent.
It is not necessary and dry respect,.
My native tragedy for me.
Good-bye!, last hemistich grew my rhyme with you

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