Millet On Your Head Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

I won't give it to you,
How many episodes, two years,
This series lasts longer,
I never miss your watch.

When I first saw him,
I love it, oh my, pat...
He said okay, my mother said this is the job,
Completely satellite our soul.

All the girls after,
No one has eyes,
I subscribe to him as well,
All tickets in my pocket.

I'm a subscriber,
Tickets in my pocket,
Lokma dessert with honey,
Come on, good luck.

Vitamin effervescent,
Raw eggs, night milk,
When you get angry at everything,
He knocks in one punch.

He has the ski, he has the jogging,
Above and below water sports,
He speaks three languages, I was surprised,
Is it a pipe, literate boy.

I became beautiful again,
This love created me,
Although everyone is kidding,
Millet on your head.