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27 Haziran 2011 Pazartesi

THE STORY OF TREASURY



Once upon a time in Baghdad
There lived a man spendthrift
as soon as possible
Money fly savurup
Spent the entire property
Was in need of a slice of bread
 
The man could not forget the old days
endlessly remembered
I remember cry
for days, weeks
Non-stop, rest,
Pleaded with tears to God
One day I woke up with the dream of
In his dream remembered his promise:
-Just go to Egypt. there is the provision
There'll be a great treasure
Wake up man
Immediately set to work
And went over to Egypt

When they arrive in Egypt sought,
Scanned each location for several days
Neither money nor treasure
Moreover, starved
Was everyone mascara
began to beg

At that time, Egypt
thieves multiplied
Ours is a guard who
He caught the thief sanıp
May he confessed to his crime
Dayak scored hırpaladı
Kakaladı hustle ..

Stand the guy at the end of
What happened to the guards one by one
he saw his dream
the Treasury told
Convince the guard:
Bre idiot!
Bre nincompoop!
What you see is a dream Kanara
I thought of the real
Straight to wake up from Baghdad
You come in here!
Ulan every night I dream about!
District of Baghdad, or something
Street, the house or something
Garden of the earth or something
I see a treasure under the
Still, I do not mind
I'm not going to Baghdad!
Come on, now, begone
Stripped of the accident without leaving a
Just return to his country!

Baghdad joy
Almost fly disabled
Because, as described by the home guard
is the home of your own
I happily returned to Baghdad
treasure finds
Will be rich again

Briefly:
Sometimes strange dreams as beneficial
Sanıp bleed a dream come true
Forget to look in front of the wealth
Travels the world, we look for fortune




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