Gentlemen, Gentlemen Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

The waters flow, under the rales,
Looks at me, friends,
The ignorant bastard, the overbearing.

I've been shot, gentlemen,
I found a wife, drunks.

In the herringbone greenery,
As the goblets fill, like a rose,
While Yaren is talking, she is coy.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Knife hit my right side,
He chose the hot, left side of me,
Can anyone hurt me?

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Blood flows from my coffin,
Looks at me, sentence friends,
She grieves, my beautiful Aysem.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.