i listened to this folk song from Van, Gevaş and the golden haired daughters of Digor.
Tamara.. Tamara.. you don't have a tongue, you don't have a fig, you don't have a pomegranate, you don't have whims
which defeat is this for the sake of love, which suicide attemp is this?
i know this is not in vain, your being banished, my offending my sheik
this is not in vain, my coming to you as seeing you like a light
let them kill me, let them ignore
let them forget your name, let them hide
tamara, ah tamara, love is in the island now, your love is in the island
(this part is not turkish i guess)
moon is wrapped around the night, like red blood
the cloud passes over me, covers me like a net
i am in the desert of love, in the lake of isolation
be my light in my way, ah tamara
i can't touch your skin, you are banned for me
there are the thorned roads for you, you are a trap for me
you are my food, my bread, you are good deed, my dear
be a remedy for my bothers, ah tamara
your love is in my chest in seven knots like a scorpion
the enemy awaits like a black dagger, lie a mauser riffle
they shall know, while such a love claim lives,
be my command for my love, ah tamara
prison me to craving, bury me into the lake
give your son my name, the rage of a thousand years
they shall hear,while such a love claim lives,
be my command for my love, ah tamara
love is an island, love is at an island, this is a legend, ah tamara
Endless Climb
I am blind
Why can't I hear?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line