umutlarim yel oldu gozyaslarim sel oldu yasamak azap oldu ah bir cocuk olsaydim nerede o saf dostluklar nereye kayboldular o cocukluk gunlerim mazide mi kaldilar
sel gozyaslarim umutlarim windmill was Finally was dreadful to live there was a children's olsaydim ah o pure Summer Camp where it is Finally dropped hints to where the childhood days is indicative of a bygone kaldilar