Kimse Bilmez [English translation]

The cloud passed and left its tears on the grass,

On this day, can't I drink rose colored wine?

The early morning breeze, blows and flutters the rose's skirt,

The nightingale, as it looks at the rose, its heart bounces.

Those starry skies, when did they start to revolve?

Nobody knows, nobody knows …

• Artist:Kürşat Başar