Nightingale's sounding is on her lips
the wonders of the troubles
Excuses are in her pockets
She makes up more and more
The one who is offended me is acting as murmuring
My storm which cuts the mountains was not enough for my lover
The weather gets darker, this boy becomes sad
Don't listen, this will too be passed.
Don't you hear them!
Dance in front of the zurna vigorously.
Spring with the April rains, fade away in May
It's a way like this.
Don't you hear them!
My heart will burn so much, don't follow my way
Even if I cry out every day, you shall be beautiful.
It's a different way
Nightingale's sounding is on her lips
the wonders of the troubles
Excuses are in her pockets
She makes up more and more
The one who is offended me is acting as murmuring
My storm which cuts the mountains was not enough for my lover
The weather gets darker, this boy becomes sad
Don't listen, this will too be passed.
Don't you hear them!
Dance in front of the zurna vigorously.
Spring with the April rains, fade away in May
It's a way like this.
Don't you hear them!
My heart will burn so much, don't follow my way
Even if I cry out every day, you shall be beautiful.
It's a different way
Don't you hear them!
My heart will burn so much, don't follow my way
Even if I cry out every day, you shall be beautiful.
It's a different way