When the bell rings
On the tower beside Begova Mosque
I'll go down, go down to the garden
Just to pick the plums
You, take an ewer, a silver ewer
As if to bring some water
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And then I'll confess to you everything
I'll whisper those words,
Mmm, I love you
From your lips the heat kills
I still remember the legends of the old tribes
That people lose head for love
And are dying when they kiss
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