Below is the lyrics of the song Başrol , artist - Ziynet Sali with translation
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Ziynet Sali
Bi' buket çiçekle gelmiyo’sun
Gönlümü almıyo’sun
Herkese sitayişle bahsettim
Beni mahcup ediyorsun
Ah, ki ne ah
Heder oldum yaban ellerde
Nihayetinde ilacı buldum
Varmış içimde
Hayde, her şerde hayır var
Vesilemsin
Ne akibetim, ne tecellim
Başrol benim
Bi' yerde bekliyor elbet
Nasibim kısmet
Geçer yok kıymet bilmeyene
Sevmeyene
Zaman hızlı yazıyo'
Duramam ben matem günde
Beni sen hiç arama
Eski defterlerinde
Zaman hızlı yazıyo'
Duramam ben matem günde
Beni sen karıştırma
Aman ha eskilerinle
Neler gördün, aşmadın mı Ziynet?
Devran hele dönsün
Yürü ya kulum de bekliyoruz ya Rab
Ağlayan da gülsün
Ah, ki ne ah
Heder oldum yaban ellerde
Nihayetinde ilacı buldum
Varmış içimde
Hayde, her şerde hayır var
Vesilemsin
Ne akibetim, ne tecellim
Başrol benim
Bi' yerde bekliyor elbet
Nasibim kısmet
Geçer yok kıymet bilmeyene
Sevmeyene
Zaman hızlı yazıyo'
Duramam ben matem günde
Beni sen hiç arama
Eski defterlerinde
Zaman hızlı yazıyo'
Duramam ben matem günde
Beni sen karıştırma
Aman ha eskilerinle
Don't you come with a bouquet of flowers
You don't take my heart
I spoke to everyone
you embarrass me
Oh, what ah
I became a waste in wild hands
I finally found the cure
I have inside
Come on, there is good in every bad
you are the occasion
Neither my fate nor my manifestation
I'm the lead
Surely it's waiting somewhere
my fate
It's not worth it to those who don't appreciate it
For those who don't like
Time writes fast
I can't stop, I'm in mourning
don't you ever call me
in their old notebooks
Time writes fast
I can't stop, I'm in mourning
don't confuse me
Oh, with your old ones
What did you see, didn't you overcome? Ziynet?
Let the tide come back
Walk, my servant, we are waiting, O Lord
Crying and laughing
Oh, what ah
I became a waste in wild hands
I finally found the cure
I have inside
Come on, there is good in every bad
you are the occasion
Neither my fate nor my manifestation
I'm the lead
Surely it's waiting somewhere
my fate
It's not worth it to those who don't appreciate it
For those who don't like
Time writes fast
I can't stop, I'm in mourning
don't you ever call me
in their old notebooks
Time writes fast
I can't stop, I'm in mourning
don't confuse me
Oh, with your old ones
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