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Gurbet elde
hasta düştüm ağlarım
I tied fire to my opened wound
I am a beautiful Mecnun,
my lord
I don't know my trouble,
I am myself
I am a loser who can't choose happiness with trouble
I don't know my trouble,
I am myself
I should take my endless love for you,
Manolia-smelling head between my arms
and look into your eyes for hours so I can tell you
I should sleep
next to you and in your heart full of compassion
My last dream,
my last longing,
my last word,
my pomegranate
My swallowing,
the most beautiful of my awakening
My woman,
my woman, my woman
Flame of dawning the simple and majestic
Listen to your words now because they're too letters
I am a beautiful Mecnun,
my lord.
My Selvas'
tribe was destroyed,
my lord.
I don't know my trouble,
I am myself
I don't know my trouble,
I am myself
With Troubles,
I Timely became the chosen one