My Grandmother Sings A Song
My grandmother
sings a song
From ancient
times.
The tones are
soft,
Melodies are
good and bad.
Hello bride,
friends,
Snowdrop and
also chitti flower
Harebell or to
move
He says: laugh
when I tell you.
White poplar or
blue poplar.
Or say Ramadan
Why notsay today
Have the times
changed?
Itʼs a word of mouth,
Would it be a
shame to say?
Over those who
are sick
Do the mentally
retarded laugh?
Folk art,
It is wisdom
itself.
Our past is
today
It is also a
face of eyebrows and eyes.
NIGINABONU AMIROVA
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