I have been robbed of my life
Those who eat without working
Those who wear leather-masks
Those who eat without working
Those who wear leather-masks
Those who call themselves the people of Nice
Cahiller kendini aklar, Kamiller özünü yoklar
Kurudu çaylar, ırmaklar, ser
çeşmenin gözü kaldı
It is the spring of this century,
It is the spring of this century,
