Yazık bombosgeldi geçti en güzel yıllar sararken kırıldı aşka doymayan kollar benim gibi sevdiginden ayri kalanlar garip gibi koselerde hep ayri ayri anadan ayri baba
It is a pity, the best years have passed, while the best years were wrapped, the arms that were not full of love were broken, the ones that remained separate from their loved ones, like me, are always separate from the mother, in strange corners