9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Not enough time,
It's over, it's over,
Years without you.
Raise your head,
Come out of the unknown dreams,
Even the sky is roaring,
If you understand, even the lightning screams my love.
How strange is it to go to death,
If it used to be, finish me right away,
This Dhaka, this hour tie me to the gallows,
Let my groans make the air groan,
Kill me without question,
I would shout.
Oh, you,
This is the light of my day,
The woman who was born like the sun to my future,
Unfortunately I love you,
I can't go anywhere,
I can't go even if I wanted to,
A part of me will be mine,
How can I go to distant places knowing this?
Kayıt Tarihi : 7.9.2022 07:57:00
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