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The Soldier

Tonight he took a leave
And with an empty pocket
he is going to the town
He greets the soldier,
gets in a van
and the death can't escape
 
Come join us, soldier
sit and have a glass (of wine)
Forget about the barracks and the scopes
and drink the wine of our herats
 
The city like an enchantress
like an old lady
she fires up her necklaces
But when she brings him in the narrow paths
the loneliness is chatting with him
she is taking him by the arm*
 
Come join us, soldier
sit and have a glass (of wine)
Forget about the barracks and the scopes
and drink the wine of our herats
 
He got tired of the roads
grievances took over him
He is entering the tavern.
He is looking for someone to have a drink with,
(someone) to have the same sorrow
together to find out what they can do
 
Come join us, soldier
sit and have a glass (of wine)
Forget about the barracks and the scopes
and drink the wine of our herats
 
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