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English: Lyrics : Irfani Music : Traditional Source: Aşık Veysel Dede Saz: Fırat Akyol Duduk: Sercan Kurt Video Recording: Deniz Kurt Coming, my lord, swinging Come, don't swing like this, you're worth the eye Dressed in green and stand in front of me Maybe some of your rivals will watch you Walk, walk beautifully, whose lover are you? You are the dapper woman of my sick heart. Let the forty that appear in front of you disperse. The morning sun will quickly win for you. My Irfani, let no one praise my lover. I would untie the button of your white chest. Gather your locks so that they don't touch the ground. The roads are covered in dust and worth you.