Of Of! The roads of Maçka are rocky
The one with the pencil eyebrow is coming.
The roads of Maçka are rocky
The one with the pencil eyebrow is coming.
What happened to you my little one
That your eyes are teary?
What happened to you my little one,
That your eyes are teary?
Up come up
I'm at the eye of the river.
Up come up
I'm at the eye of the river.
Whatever others say,
I am still keeping my word.
Whatever others say,
I am still keeping my word
Of Of! The top of the fog mountain
Was not of smoke but of snow.
The top of the fog mountain
Was not of smoke but of snow.
My lover with you
What days I had.
My lover with you
What days I had.