I've been walking for so many springs
Making winds my lovers
I pick roses not for profit
Their thorns fell off
I was left alone
Even though this trouble won't kill me, it will make me live in misery
I've burnt my youth
This mourning, my heart is having fun, it can't correct what's wrong
Even though it's not a solution
It was fooled many times
Deep well, blazing fire
His friend is also in ashes
It didn't get where he want, like Kerem
Sometimes it shows up, of course
Deep well, blazing fire
Sometimes its whereabouts are unknown