9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Just as differences create scales,
Like the sun and the moon, which they divide into the moon, the season,
The smaller of the moment, in our limited times,
The pine collapses, the ornament in the window trembles.
What is as beautiful as the past that remains in mind is the one we live,
He lived his age, but he was bald,
Beni görünce kaçma ne olur
Ceylan ben seni vuramam
Saklananıp beni süzme ne olur
Ceylan ben seni vuramam
Tenhalarda bir gölgeyim
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Ceylan ben seni vuramam
Saklananıp beni süzme ne olur
Ceylan ben seni vuramam
Tenhalarda bir gölgeyim
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