Yassassin [Turkish For Long Live]
Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - But such a life I've never known
We came from the farmlands
To live in this city
We walked proud and lustful
In this resonant world
You want to fight
But I don't want to leave
Or drift away
Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - But such a life I've never known
Look at this - no second glances
Look at this - no value of
Look at this - just sun and steel
Look at this - then look at us
If there's someone in charge
Then listen to me
Don't say nothing's wrong
'Cause I've got a love
And she's afeared
You want to fight
But I don't want to leave
Or drift away
Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - But such a life I've never known
Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - But such a life I've never known
Yassassin, Yassassin, Yassassin, Yassassin
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