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Translation
Cruella
(Her) skin is white, (her) hair is (like) red roses
In her laugh, (there are) nightingales
Her eyelashes ( are like ) dark veils
I fell in love with that calamitous ( girl )
It's not the eyes ( of hers ) but a handkerchief
This is not love in me but a kind of prayer
Yet, she loved another one finally
I was expelled from the eternal joy
I took my shadow next to me
I hit the road of the yearning
I looked like an unfortunate lover
I searched for asylum in the God
Look at my pity situation, here it comes the evening
My mates left me on my own with their futile consolations
In this deserted world, I became a jerk
Cruella, don't you believe in God?
Though the lover has got high expectations, I have solely a love
Woe to you my dark-heartened beloved, my foes are joyful
At an early age, it snowed on my hair ( My hair got whitened because of you )
Cruella, you don't have God!
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Enes Tekin
20.12.2022
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