Bir Çocuk Sevdim - Zeynep Dizdar

Bir cocuk gordum uzaklarda

Gozleri kederli hatta korkulu

Her seye ragmen bir an gulumsedi cocuk

Sicak sade ama biraz kuskulu

Bir cocuk sevdim uzaklarda

Saniyordum ki onun ozlemi de buydu

O ise bir bakista beni ortulerimden

Yalnizca yalnizca duygulariyla soydu

Ben boyle yurek gormedim boyle sevgi

Simdi cocuk buyumekte gun be gun

Butun huzunleri oksadi birer birer

Gizli bir umide sarilarak biraz kuskun

Ben boyle yurek gormedim boyle sevgi

Simdi cocuk buyumekte gun be gun

Butun huzunleri oksadi birer birer

Gizli bir umide sarilarak biraz kuskun

Bir cocuk gordum uzaklarda

Biraz cocuk biraz adam biraz hicti

Ellerinde yasli zaman demetleri

Daha once denenmemis yeni bir yol secti

Bir cocuk sevdim uzaklarda

Bir elinde yarin obur elinde dun

Erken ihtiyarlamaktan sanki biraz uzgun

Dunyanin haline bakip guldu gecti

Ben boyle yurek gormedim boyle sevgi

Simdi cocuk buyumekte gun be gun

Butun huzunleri oksadi birer birer

Gizli bir umide sarilarak biraz kuskun

Ben boyle yurek gormedim boyle sevgi

Simdi cocuk buyumekte gun be gun

Butun huzunleri oksadi birer birer

Gizli bir umide sarilarak biraz kuskun

I saw a girl in the distance

His eyes are sad and even scared

In spite of everything, he smiled for a moment

Sicak is simple but a little couscous

I loved a child far away

I thought he had a crush on her

He is one of my followers

He robbed her with only his emotions

I have never seen such a heart

Simdi cocuk duyekte gun be gun

He will give all his sorrows

A little vomit, wrapped in a secret hope

I have never seen such a heart

Simdi cocuk duyekte gun be gun

He will give all his sorrows

A little vomit, wrapped in a secret hope

I saw a girl in the distance

A little boy, a little man, a little hiccup

They have old time in their hands

He chose a new path that had never been tried before

I loved a child far away

Dun in the hand of tomorrow obur in one hand

It's a little boring to choose early

He looked at the world and laughed

I have never seen such a heart

Simdi cocuk duyekte gun be gun

He will give all his sorrows

A little vomit, wrapped in a secret hope

I have never seen such a heart

Simdi cocuk duyekte gun be gun

He will give all his sorrows

A little vomit, wrapped in a secret hope