Dont You Hear? Şiiri - İsmet Doğanoğlu

When you comb your hair,
You look fair.
While you stare at me,
I feel no fear.

Oh! My dear my dear,
My heart is crying
Don’t you hear?

I’d never use my beauty as a gun
I’d never make fun of anyone.
I’d never endeavor to melt the Sun.

Oh! My dear my dear
My heart is weeping
Don’t you hear?

Coming together isn’t the remedy
Forgetting the affair is a tragedy.

Oh! my dear my dear
Your heart is laughing
I can hear… I can hear… SDZ