I counted the money Affan grandfather,
I sold my childhood.
Now, how old, no more steps;
I do not know who I am.
Something no prompting from me;
Do not know what is going on.
The spring weather, this garden;
Şırıl şırıldır the pool water.
Kite from high clouds,
Zıpzıplarım shiny.
What a beautiful and round the circle;
Never run out candy cock!
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