Camdan Kalp [English translation]

my love,your present is pain of heart

ah it's name must be death,no it's not love

love had left us,what can we do?

there is a heart from glass in my painful bosom

even if you came back,this brokens wont be okay

ypou had gone but your smelling stayed like a guest in my pillow

idle rains are coming from my eyes

is it seperateness,is it you or is it love?

which one is my reason?

there is a heart from glass in my painful bosom

even if you came back,this brokens wont be okay

ypou had gone but your smelling stayed like a guest in my pillow

idle rains are coming from my eyes

is it seperateness,is it you or is it love?

which one is my reason?