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Tekirdag Folk Songs

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To the High, High Hills

Don't let them build houses on high, high hills
Don't let them give their daughters to distant lands
Let them not look down upon the only one, the mother

Let it be known to the flying birds as well
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village

If my mother had a sail, she would open it and come
If my father had a horse, he would ride it and come
If my siblings knew the roads, they would come

Let it be known to the flying birds as well
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village

Tekirdag Malkara

I Wear Light, Light

Suleymanpasa

I Wear Light, Light

I wear light, so light
Pink suits the young so bright
One feels a certain way
When seeing their love in sight

Oh, you to the side, me to the glass
Let them draw our picture, side by side

The streams are filled with pebbles fine
Who gave you that clever mind?
Spinning and twirling, he plays
My elder brother's bright-eyed gaze

Oh, you to the side, me to the glass
Let them draw our picture, side by side

The streams are paved with pebble stones
Ducks with green heads are widely known
My beloved, so fair and divine
Rosy cheeks, arched brows so fine

Oh, you to the side, me to the glass
Let them draw our picture, side by side