[ 00:00:00 ] Whistle If You Come Back [ 00:03:30 ] Skirt Around Your Waist [ 00:06:57 ] Did You Know? If You Return, Whistle Lyrics & Music: Manuş Baba It doesn’t work, no matter what I do, it doesn’t work, this is the evening of separation With your picture hanging on the wall, one by one you pass through me.. Don’t wait, I can’t return, maybe I can’t return Longing is a thin autumn wound, why didn’t you love me It doesn’t work, no matter what I do, it doesn’t work, this is the evening of separation With your picture hanging on the wall, one by one you pass through me, How many seasons, how many letters I burned, but you didn’t know I didn’t die of longing, all this will pass, all this will pass Don’t believe me, they’re all lies, my darling Please ask about something, I’ll return, I’ll return to you Ask for a calendar, please don’t tie scribbles, scribbles It doesn’t work, no matter what I do, it doesn’t work, this is the evening of separation With your picture hanging on the wall, one by one you pass through me, How many seasons, how many letters I burned, but you didn’t know I didn’t die of longing, all this will pass, all this will pass Don’t believe me, they’re all lies, my darling Her skirt is around the waist Lyrics & Music: Manuş Baba Here she comes, look, with pencil eyebrows She’s wearing a rose around her skirt, she’s wearing a rose around her waist Too red lips, purple hyacinths Just like that beautiful, thin and waisted I can't hug your waist Oh I can't stand the night Oh don't glance from behind Oh I can't stand still Oh I washed and dried the sheet I spread the silk quilt Oh the reward of your sins around my neck Come to my bosom tonight I said to her, oh beautiful Do these nights pass like this What is it, my mother, this grief of ours How long will it go like this I can't hug your waist Oh I can't stand the night Oh don't glance from behind Oh I can't stand still Oh I washed and dried the sheet I spread the silk quilt Oh the reward of your sins around my neck Come to my bosom tonight Do you have any news? Poem: Ahmed Arif - Music: Manuş Baba Do you have any news about the stone wall? The iron door, the blind window, My pillow, my bunk, my chain, For the sake of which I have come and gone to deaths, The sad picture in my stash, My interviewer has sent green onions, My cigarette smells of carnations Spring has come to the mountains of my homeland...