Eski Yar [English translation]

Those mountains turned into black, our love sprouted

I saw my old flame, it tore me apart

I saw my old flame, it tore me apart

I'm a clover in the mountains, clouds weep for me

I grieve in the nostalgia of old love

I looked at Tonya over Akçaabat

I suffered for my old love

I remember my old love

There are thoughts at the bottom of every bottle

There are thoughts at the bottom of every bottle

I wish I was rain in mountains and could rain down on twigs

Is it only me falling in hopeless love

I looked at Tonya over Akçaabat

I'm a lonely brook looking for his sea

The touch of old love will never be erased from my heart

The touch of old love will never be erased from my heart

I wish I was wind in mountains and could be dispersed into a bourn

My pain will never find its cure, my old wound will not heal

I looked at Tonya over Akçaabat

I suffered for my old love

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