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YEMEN FOLKSUK Makam : Hüseynî Usul : Curcuna There is no cloud in the air, what is this smoke? There is no death in the neighborhood, what is this shivan? How fierce are these provinces of Yemen. Oh that is Yemen, its roses are thorns, Those who leave and don't come back, I wonder why? This is Muş, the road is steep; Those who leave and don't come back, I wonder what is it? In front of the barracks there is the sound of a redif, Look, I wonder what he has in his bag? He has a pair of shoes and a fez. Oh that is Yemen, its roses are thorns, Those who leave and don't come back, I wonder why? This is Muş, the road is steep; Those who leave and don't come back, I wonder what is it? Geese are wandering in front of the barracks, My hands and arms ache, my heart aches, Girls are crying for those who go to Yemen. Ah that is Yemen, its rose is thorny, Those who go and don't come back, I wonder why? This is Muş, the road is steep; Those who go and don't come back, I wonder what's the deal? A mounting stone in front of the barracks, Our major is doing roll call, They go on expeditions, sergeants, corporals.... Ah that is Yemen, its rose is thorny, Those who go and don't come back, I wonder why? This is Muş, the road is steep; Those who go and don't come back, I wonder what's the deal? ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ ♫♥♪ MOUNTAINS ARE MY MOUNTAINS Mountains are my mountains They are my companion in sorrow Don’t make me tell I cry a lot It is my fierce age O mountains, mountains Mountains with a misty head Mountains with a grassy chest Make way, my love, come O mountains, mountains with no religion Let them brand the mountains Let the gossips cry for me Let them tie my love with the surroundings of that love O mountains, mountains Mountains with a misty head Mountains with a grassy chest If I tell my troubles The day stops and the clouds cry