the legend a turkısh song Greens envy your color in spring You are like a loving spell, Firuze You are a delicate flower, a forest nook, You are like the mist of grapes, Firuze Like clear water, sometimes like a volcano, Sometimes like a wild wind, Fussy in your eyes, slowing down as the years pass, What's your rush? Wait, Firuze If a painful look settles From the tip of your eyelash to the pupil everything have a cost , even your beauty One day it is paid, pay it Firuze