Fadime

Fadime you wew always on the run
From a family of honour you run
Your father he will chose a man for you
But you are a secondhand woman this will not do

Fadime you put the same on us
And the honour of our family is lost
You can't be someone elses wife
I hate to say this but you must die

Fadime burry her young
Fadime hide her form the sun
You are no daughter of mine
I damn you to hell for my pride

Fadime only twentysix years old
With a great life and sweet as a rose
Your father and your brother your family of honour
Will betray you and take your dream away

Fadime your blood turns red
While the bullets come shooting through your head
The fools they go on and they pray and they sin
They sell their souls and lose everything

Fadime burry her young
Fadime hide her form the sun
You are no daughter of mine
I damn you to hell for my pride

Fadime burry her young
Fadime hide her form the sun
You are no daughter of mine
I damn you to hell for my pride