The weather was moody
But my life was soody
I will carry that bloody mark with me, like deadly
I love you madly
And I still love you so much
I know it, and you know it too
Finally, my dearest sun is risin '
And for you i am fightin'
I love you so much darlin'
Written By Sedat KIYMAZARSLAN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem