no woman walks the night

Do not look deliberately in my direction

Indeed, such a careless empty, lustful gaze

Burns my temples with fear

Avert your eyes my brother

That same coin you spend at the coffee vendor

Can buy a favor from a downtown girl

And truly, a girl

No woman walks the night, just children in the trade game

Slaves owned unkindly and sold by turn

The most beautiful and beloved creation

Coveted, taken, desecrated

Are you my brother, brother?

Your sins stick to you on earth

And burn from your soul in the painful purification after life

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