If you hear about it don’t you sadden by it my dear lover
I got used to die every single day
Sometimes in cities, sometimes in villages
I got used to look for you with a old pic of yours
I was told not to love too much
They do not know how much I love
I sacrificed my youth to you
As might you sadden me I got used to suffer
In the silence of the dark nights
I am going out of my mind, getting weary
Sometimes in valies, sometimes in deserts
I got used to scream your name and cry out
I am a freak in love, loved her from the deep of my heart
Faith did not allow you to be mine, took you from my hands
In addition to my problems with people
I got used to people talking shit to me everyday
I would not make it if I were to left on top of a mountain
If I dig through a mountain like Ferhat
If I suffer pain of love like Kerem
I got used to the fire which surrounds my heart