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• - Hadi başlayalım. • Styles of Beyond - Nine Thou •
  أعرف , فلنعمل يا إلهي
• Vekil Monşer De Thou... ...cennete doğru yıldızlardan bir yol yapacak kadar saçın var derdi her zaman.
  والسيد , دى تو النائب اعتاد ان يقول ان هناك شعر كافى لكى نصنع سجاد تصل الى الجنة
• Sana gerçeği müjdeledik , umut kesenlerden olma ! dediler . They said : We bring thee good tidings in truth . So be not thou of the despairing .
  « قالوا بشرناك بالحق » بالصدق « فلا تكن من القانطين » الآيسين .
• Sana gerçeği müjdeledik , umut kesenlerden olma ! dediler . They said : We bring thee good tidings in truth . So be not thou of the despairing .
  قالوا : بشَّرناك بالحق الذي أعلمَنا به الله ، فلا تكن من اليائسين أن يولد لك .
• &Either I mistake your shape and making quite...& &or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow !& &Thou speak'st aright.& &I am that merry wanderer of the night.& &I jest to Oberon and make him smile...& &when I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile. & &Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.& &Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl...& &in very likeness of a roasted crab.& &And when she drink, against her lips I bob...& &and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.& &The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale& -çok iyi değil mi?... &Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.& &Then slip I from her bum, down topples she and "Tailor" cries...& &and falls into a cough.& &And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh...& &and waxen in their mirth nee-e-e-eze...& &and swear.& &A merrier hour was never wasted there.& &But, room, fairy.% &Here comes Oberon.
  إما أنني قد أخطأت بشكلك أو أنك بالفعل العفريت الخادم (و اللاذع المسمى (روين غودفيلو أنت محقة
• &Either I mistake your shape and making quite...& &or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow !& &Thou speak'st aright.& &I am that merry wanderer of the night.& &I jest to Oberon and make him smile...& &when I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile. & &Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.& &Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl...& &in very likeness of a roasted crab.& &And when she drink, against her lips I bob...& &and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.& &The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale& -çok iyi değil mi?... &Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.& &Then slip I from her bum, down topples she and "Tailor" cries...& &and falls into a cough.& &And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh...& &and waxen in their mirth nee-e-e-eze...& &and swear.& &A merrier hour was never wasted there.& &But, room, fairy.% &Here comes Oberon.
  إما أنني قد أخطأت بشكلك أو أنك بالفعل العفريت الخادم (و اللاذع المسمى (روين غودفيلو أنت محقة