He plays the tongue like sugar,
He plays the tongue like sugar,
With delicate, delicate fingers.
He plays the tongue like sugar,
With delicate, delicate fingers.
They
always look from afar,
They always look from afar,
From the honeyed lips,
Even if they kiss him, his heart is content.
With delicate, delicate fingers.
With delicate, delicate fingers.
Let's be a little closer,
Let's find our love,
While Hüdayet plays the musket,
Let's find peace and joy.
Let's be a little closer,
Let's find our love,
While Hüdayet plays the musket,
Let's find peace and joy.
He plays the tongue like sugar,
With delicate, delicate fingers.
His hands like cotton, His tongue like sugar,
He plays the tongue like sugar,
With delicate,
delicate fingers.