ŞARKI SÖZÜ
The the cloud
Shall come
A misty evening
With the cafes swelling with smoke
Little man sings into
His glass of beer
Of the most beautiful loss
In front of him
Suddenly
Wind and sea
A sinister breeze
That the night shall come
On the bridge that shines
Under the moon
A little more wine
On the path of a sailor
Who left the sea
In the depths of time
But here is the sun
