People file bodies
I have never seen you in my life
The body trembled at the sight of you,
It was too weak to understand,
Religion considered your love to be faith
People are thirsty for love,
Your manna has made your sorrows your guide
Now look here
I scream and cry,
Am I still not ruined?
The one who sleeps on his mother's lap eats sleeping pills, longs for sleep. Do you still think I'm not ruined?
You brought down as much oppression as you could
Gave as much torture as she had to give,
You considered my love a drama.
He turned me down saying that
It's a matter of parental honor,
Wasn't I the son of a mother?
Doesn't my mother hurt?
It was said that die, hey, how do you die, don't just imagine breathing alive
You made me a living corpse.
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