Few carnations have remained in the pot
in the plain they must have already plowed the soil
the throw the seed, they have cropped the olives
everything is getting ready for the winter.
And I, full of your absence,
loaded with the anxiety of long trips
I wait like an anchored ship
in Bursa, in Bursa.
And I, full of your absence,
loaded with the anxiety of long trips
I am awaiting like an anchored ship
in Bursa, in Bursa.