Candan Erçetin - Kadifeden kesesi Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

His Pouch Is Made Of Velvet

His pouch is made of velvet, his voice comes from cafe*
 
Sits there gambling
 
Oh the corner of my lung*
 
Oh, send it to Beyoğlu, send it
 
Baby, send it to İstanbul
 
Send it, love, send it
 
Your eyes, my birdie, look down
 
When they turn (on the other side) and see me
 
In my heart, oh, in my heart they slaughter/impale me'
 
I dont have velvet pillow
 
I've never gone to your room
 
I would put my hand on the book*
 
I have no other friend*
 
Oh, send it to Beyoğlu, send it
 
Baby, send it to İstanbul
 
Send it, love, send it
 
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