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There Was a Smell of the Rose © 1996 Kalan Music To Buy from iTunes http://geni.us/gulunkokusuvardi / erkanog http://kalan.com/ My troubles are many, which one should I complain about The heartache is renewed again I will find a cure for this pain May it be a cure from the hand of a friend Sir, my master A cure for this pain of mine, my master I will find a cure for this pain May it be a cure from the hand of a friend Sir, my master A cure for this pain of mine, my master I will find a cure for this pain May it be a cure from the hand of a friend Sir, my master A cure for this pain of mine, my master I am wearing various undergarments, it is gentler than roses It is a pity for the nightingale to surround me with roses I have suffered a lot, my heart is crushed A piece of souls comes goodbye, my heart is crushed A piece of souls comes goodbye, my heart is crushed A piece of souls comes goodbye, my heart is crushed My tall cypress tree, a fire fell into my heart, I burn You are my qibla, let me turn my face to you It is my altar Between your eyebrows Sir, my sir, my sir The cure for this affliction of mine is you, my qibla Let me turn my face to you is the between your eyebrows Sir, my sir, my sir The cure for this affliction of mine is my Pir Sultan, you fly very high You come and go without greetings and morning Dilber, why do you run away from conversation Was this the custom of our path Sir, my sir, the cure for this affliction of mine is my sir Dilber, why do you run away from conversation Was this the custom of our path Sir, my sir, the cure for this affliction of mine is my sir Source Person: Ali Ekber Çiçek - Erzincan İsmail Hakkı Demircioğlu: Voice, Divan Sazı Erkan Oğur: Voice, Kopuz, Fretless Classical Guitar, Bendir ''Tears are very precious''