621,522 views
Partridge Makam : Hüseynî Usûl : Sofyan Lyrics : Faruk Nafiz ÇAMLIBEL Partridges cry on the mountains They cry, "My baby" They become lost in grief day by day The hearts of those who see them burn I cry for my partridge For its tongue that sings at dawn Its silken feathers For its moles on its cheeks I cry for my partridge The partridge has moved away from us Our path became windy The sultan has crossed the plank Maybe he has reunited with his young I cry for my partridge For its tongue that sings at dawn Its silken feathers For its moles on its cheeks I cry for my partridge ♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪ THE SUN SETTING RESEMBLES BLOOD Makam : Muhayyer Usûl : Curcuna Lyrics : Nejdet Rüşdü EFE Composer : Sadeddin English: SOURCE .... The setting sun resembles blood It resembles a wounded soul It sighs for a rose That nightingale resembles me Oh my strange heart The night covered everywhere Sorrow surrounded the streams Not an enemy, love opened the wounds in my chest Oh my strange heart If only I could live a little easier It would have been an ointment for my wound It would have been saved quicker If lovers had contracted tuberculosis Oh my strange heart ♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♫♥♪♪ MUYAM THE BURST OF THE KALENİN (SURMELI - TURKISH FOLK SONG) Makam : Uşşâk Usul : Sofyân Lyrics - Composition : Anonymous ... Oh it should be kohl, it should be kohl, I don't know how to separate While loving, she should make others love, her hands are hennaed Am I the bastion of the castle, I don't know how to separate The language doesn't know Georgian Muyem, his hands are hennaed. May the house of fate be demolished, I don't know how to be separated. While loving, he should make others love, his hands are hennaed. Oh, he should put on a stick, hennaed, I don't know how to be separated. While loving, he should make others love, his hands are hennaed.