Hande eyler gûyiyâ mecmûa-i fâlim bana"
Hande eyler gûyiyâ mecmûa-i fâlim bana"
I plowed through its belly with pick and with spade,
I tore up its face with my nails like a blade,
And yet it received me with roses, unswayed."
– Âşık Veysel
I plowed through its belly with pick and with spade,
I tore up its face with my nails like a blade,
And yet it received me with roses, unswayed."
– Âşık Veysel
Güzel,
Yoksa o güller mi seni takındı!"
Güzel,
Yoksa o güller mi seni takındı!"