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Lyrics : Aysel Gürel Music : Atilla Özdemiroğlu One day, when you look back, you will dream If he has drunk his years sip by sip, Cry, cry Firuze. Tell me how unbearably beautiful you used to be. Greens are jealous of your color in spring. You are like a love spell, Firuze. You are a delicate flower, a forest nook, You are like grape mist, Firuze, if a sorrowful look settles, At the tip of your eyelashes, in the pupil of your eye. Everything has a price, and so does your beauty, One day it will be paid; pay it, Firuze. Like clear water, Sometimes like a volcano, Sometimes like a crazy wind, Rush in your eyes, Years pass slowly on you, What's your hurry? Wait, Firuze.