A keresés eredménye

An Unworthy Lover

My sweetheart has passed by with a sad look on her face
I am worried that maybe a vulgar soul touched her
Both of her eyes were bloodshot (of crying)
 
I am worried that maybe an unworthy lover hurt her with his words
Oh I am worried
Oh dear I am worried
 
I am in darkness dear, so as my saz (instrument)
My tears are lined up like speckles on my face
This saz (instrument) of mine is no good for its strings are wounded
 
I am worried that maybe an unworthy lover hurt her with his words
Oh I am worried
Oh dear I am worried
 
I am worried that maybe an unworthy lover hurt her with his words
Oh I am worried
Oh dear I am worried
 

Diyarbakir

Diyarbakir beautiful Diyarbakir
I went, I listened door to door
Youth's bodies and faces are pale
Mourning mothers could not recognize them
 
They come out group by group
Peace is close to my people
Don't let the hostility grow
Don't let mothers' hope break