Ottoman Turkish Music - Güldür gül (Nesîmi)

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  • čas přidán 28. 10. 2020
  • Origin of the rose one is rose,
    descent of the Prophet is rose
    I walked into the garden of Shah,
    all of it, all planted as rose, rose
    In the grapevine; rose branchs,
    in the beehives; rose honeys
    In trees; rose poises,
    cypress and planes are all rose, rose
    Bloom, come my rosebud,
    don't make your madly-in-love nightingale cry
    All the lamentation and "ah" of this moaning poor tongue is rose, rose
    They make scales of rose,
    they balance the rose with the rose
    They buy rose, sell rose, all markets and bazaars are rose, rose
    Come oh come laugh hey Nesîmî,
    it's the rose season again
    Is this lamentation a nightingale's voice? Its voice, its lamentation is all rose, rose
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