Morning, is just a broken wind in my glass sight
Hand-me-down upon the sea
When the morning is icy
Won’t you come to me?
You were turning to ‘nothing is the key’
See the lady of the lake
Watching her smile
She’s dancing on her land
Life has just begun
Da Da!
See the lady of the lake
Watching her sight
With the burning of her breath
You will turn out…

Tahsin Ünlü

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