9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Believe me, my dear, it does not happen without you,
I miss your hands, your eyes...
Peace never fills the sad heart,
I miss your hands, your eyes...
In your absence, no drop falls, I am the desert,
I'm a lake, the water is gone, the birds don't come,
I am the broken rose in your hand,
I miss your hands, your eyes...
Like bitter honey left in the combs,
Like a branch broken in a storm,
Like a boat fluttering on the waves,
I miss your hands, your eyes...
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