Asık Mahzuni Serif Nem Kaldı RUMP Edits

Aşık Mahzuni Şerif Nem Kaldı RUMP Edits kemal kaya In this world divided into small parcels What is left beyond a solitary monument? They cut off my feet from my friendly village What is left beyond a foolish head? What is left, what is left? What is left beyond a foolish head? What is left, what is left? Those who pretended to be Ali turned out to be Osman Now they regret what they have done Old friends turned into enemies for us What is left beyond a few kinds of birds? What is left, what is left? What is left beyond a few kinds of birds? What is left, what is left? I am not a sultan; I cannot sit on the throne I cannot build palaces and raise soldiers I have no gift to take to a friend What is left beyond tears in my eyes? What is left, what is left? I have no gift to take to a friend What is left beyond a few drops of tears? What is left, what is left? Mahzuni Şerif, even if I go to the mou