Mehmet Güreli - Kimse Bilmez (English translation)
The Cloud Passed, there were tears on the grass
In the like that day is the Rose color wine drinkable ?
early morning, blows und hurts the rose's foothills
The Nightingales hearts beats when it looking the rose
when that starry skies started to spin
nobody knows,nobody knows
More translations of "Kimse Bilmez"