Kıskanırım Seni Ben [English translation]

If your hair touches your face, I'd be jealous of your strand.

If you tell a word to someone, I'd be jealous of your tongue.

If your hair touches your face, I'd be jealous of your strand.

If you tell a word to someone, I'd be jealous of your tongue.

I get jealous of you, I get jealous of you from my own heart.

What kind of love is this God, I'm gonna die of this pain.

I get jealous of you, I get jealous of you from my own heart.

What kind of love is this God, I'm gonna die of this pain.

Don't you wear rose on your chest,I'd be jealous of your rose.

I'd be jealous of the belt that wraps your belly.

It drives me crazy, it touches all of you,

I get jealous of your hand whenever it caresses your skin.

I get jealous of you, I get jealous of you from my own heart.

What kind of love is this God, I'm gonna die of this pain.

• Artist:Gökçe
• Album:Kaktüs Çiçeği