ŞARKI SÖZÜ
It was cold and dark
The silver stars seemed to be lost in this unending sky
The dead season was almost there
And the birds were flying all around
His world was built around magic
He loved his gorgeous wooden place
Where fairy dust is all around
A nice pine scent was floating
Through his dreams while day light was fading
The old tall trees were off to sleep
Ready for a four months deep dream.
