Kimse Bilmez [English translation]

The cloud has passed and left its tears on the grass

Wouldn't it be nice to have a rose-color wine on a day like this?

Early morning wind blows and tears the skirt of the rose

Looking at the rose, nightingale's heart flutters

When have these starry nights started revolving?

Nobody knows, nobody knows...

• Artist:Mehmet Erdem