Many’s the day, many’s the night
I’ve walked until I thought everything was right
Many’s the time, I’ve walked to town
Thinking new faces will bring me up, from feeling down

Fly on Strange Wings, you choose to hang around and muddle everything
And all the while he’s somewhere gathering
Layers of life, without me

Last Monday’s papers, lie on the floor
Things lay antique since your last visit here before
If there is no one and you need someone
Our old friends will know how to get in touch with me

Oh, Fly on Strange Wings, you choose to hang around and muddle everything
And all the while he’s somewhere gathering
Layers of life, without me…

Oh, Fly on Strange Wings, you choose to hang around and muddle everything
And all the while he’s somewhere gathering
Layers of life, without me

Tahsin Ünlü

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