TALE
Your lips are pink Your hands are white, Take my hands baby, hold a little!
In the villages where I was born There were no walnut trees, That’s why I long for coolness Caress a little!
In the villages where I was born There were no wheat fields, Scatter your hair baby Wave a little!
The villages where I was born Bandits would raid in the evenings, That’s why I don’t like loneliness at all Talk a little!
In the villages where I was born People didn’t know how to laugh, That’s why I’m so desperate, Laugh a little!
In the villages where I was born Northern winds would blow, That’s why my lips are always chapped Kiss a little!
You are bright and beautiful like Turkey! The villages where I was born were beautiful too Tell me about the places where you were born, Tell a little!
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