I love you,
Like dipping bread into salt.
Like placing your mouth to the tap
And drinking water,
Waking up in a fever at night.
Whenever I think of you, my rose!
A gazelle walks down to drink water,
I see the meadows growing.
Every morning, every night,
A green olive, a piece of the blue sea takes me away.
The more I think of you,
The more roses I plant where your hands have touched.
I water the horses,
The more I love the mountains, my rose!
Every morning, every night,
A green olive, a piece of the blue sea takes me away.
I love you,
Like dipping bread into salt.
Like placing your mouth to the tap
And drinking water,
Waking up in a fever at night.
Güfte: Nazım Hikmet / İlhan Berk
Beste: Onur Akın
Çeviren: Kenan AKARSLAN
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