Two partridges sing in a stream, I swear
Oh partridge, you're making my pain grow, come to an end
That it grows is your fault
Respected Emine lays on the bedsted, has drunk cognac
With her point laced scarf and polished shoes
I want that lover to myself, only to myself
Ah those long nights breaks my lover into pieces
I want that lover to myself, I want a beloved
Respected Emine just left hamam, I swear
With her point laced scarf and polished shoes
I want that lover to myself, only to myself
Ah those long nights breaks my lover into pieces
I want that lover to myself, I want a beloved