Nenni Hele Helesi Var
Sila Türkoğlu
No Way, It's All His Fault
no way
it's all his fault
there's bread on the table
it's all his father's doing
there's bread on the table
it's all his father's doing
son, son, are you tall?
are you as tall as a minaret?
everyone who sees you loves you
are you made of gold?
everyone who sees you loves you
are you made of gold?
son, son, with a red scarf
son, with a red sash
son, the migration is coming
which house will you take him to?
son, the migration is coming
which house will you take him to?
