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You, the wind of the soul gushing from the Altai Mountains.
You, the profit that centuries have combined and handed down.
You, the genius who pierced mountains and built canals on three-day journeys.
You, the price who had the Great Wall of China built under the shadow of your sword.
While running from Tianshan to Vienna.
While becoming the Euphrates and becoming the Danube, you overflowed.
While erecting monuments in half the world.
While madrasahs were writing knowledge and wisdom.
Have you ever thought about these days?.
.......
Oh, cruel century, I do not love you.
I do not say that what you gave was nothing, but....
What you took was many and cruel.
You deceived me..
You stole me from myself..
You disgraced me and humiliated me you did..
The pain I've suffered is enough.
Come and give a deep account.
I'll take what you gave me and say...
Give me back my identity and Show More
