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Nasiba Abdullayeva — Majnuntol
The willow bends its branches,
He grew up alone by the road.
A dream that does not give me peace,
You are ignorant of this illusion.
Willow branches are native
I had black hair.
You passed without looking,
You will regret it now. (x2)
This world is wide, destinations are far away,
No one will block your way.
But the other tree is nowhere
It does not grow by bending its branches.
Willow branches are native
I had black hair.
You passed without looking,
You will regret it now. (x2+x2)