Okay.
Those white hands
The tongue that moves the traveler
on
his way
Those white hands
on his way
Wave, wave,
wave, wave
The ones who see my face
are falling in love
Wave, wave, wave, wave
The ones who see my
face are falling in love
The buildings on the Yüce mountains are built with beautiful figs
But they will not wither with the rain
They will never get old
Let's drink to the wine of Doldurabu
Let's drink to the wine of Doldurabu
Wave, wave, wave, wave,
it's waving
Those who see my cross are falling in love
Wave, wave, wave,
wave,
it's waving
Those who see my cross are falling in love