9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Wind in the streets,
I have love on my mind,
At midnight,
Old rains.
They sing,
Quietly,
I miss you now,
Far.
Crazy days,
Life was good,
With their laughter,
Days passed.
My hands don't reach,
I can't touch,
I miss you now,
Far.
She also missed,
My sweetheart,
She is so cold,
Unless it's me.
It says so,
In her last letter,
She also missed,
My sweetheart.
She always cried,
Without me,
It says so,
In your last letter.
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