EŞREF ZİYA "NE HALLERDEYİM"

My morning old eyes I am always in the midst of loneliness What do I do or do I need Your sister's heart will take her heart Tell me if there is a knife sharpen Hope is ruined my heart is broken broken heart Crying white roses in the gardens I was waiting at my door, my angel of death What do I do or do I need Your sister's heart will take her heart Tell me if there is a knife sharpen Hope is ruined my heart is broken I will suffer ..