Flowers on the branches are flowers
That cry and fall in the lake,
But dead flower leaves are flowers too
Floating on a serene lake.
A day might come when you can dream,
May your blooming eyes never forget me.
Deep waters are asleep,
Washing the dreams of flowers away,
May flowers never fall in deep sleep,
May rain not wash away their colors.
If you speak with flowers through the nights,
May your eyes on the flowers never forget me.
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Translated by Ayşen Savadova
