Oops... My Mustafa Poem by sabit ince

Oops.... my Mustafa
oh my, Mustafa, oops..
much closer to me.
they hit a mark that on the back,
your hands, nails digging if you can not delete.
They love, like a dried up river,
They are also devoted to water,
water is unable to see the bats.
From the light, Nurdan fear,
nardan in a holy book.
yearning for a paradise unknown faces,
are eager to enter
The name of his resurrection from the dead, even to fear.
destroyed many hearts for this cause, and
they are close kapı snı miss heaven.

Mustafa oh my, aaaahh..
That way they ahmakdı rlar.
cruel folly lane,
they compete with each other...
Start of the war there,
for their ambition,
others, poor and fight.
I do not end this war, Mustafa,
do not stop the throes of it,
If we like Mustafa,
They are always thirsty for love search.
He ancestral heritage,
love us, they stop loving...


sabit ince