Eski Yar [English translation]
Eski Yar [English translation]
Those mountains turned into black, our love sprouted
I saw my old flame, it tore me apart
I saw my old flame, it tore me apart
I'm a clover in the mountains, clouds weep for me
I grieve in the nostalgia of old love
I looked at Tonya over Akçaabat
I suffered for my old love
I remember my old love
There are thoughts at the bottom of every bottle
There are thoughts at the bottom of every bottle
I wish I was rain in mountains and could rain down on twigs
Is it only me falling in hopeless love
I looked at Tonya over Akçaabat
I'm a lonely brook looking for his sea
The touch of old love will never be erased from my heart
The touch of old love will never be erased from my heart
I wish I was wind in mountains and could be dispersed into a bourn
My pain will never find its cure, my old wound will not heal
I looked at Tonya over Akçaabat
I suffered for my old love
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- Artist:Apolas Lermi