The Legend of Parion - Suat Karataş - Puslu Yayıncılık

Listen to me my love.
It is my brath
This wind blowing fromthe north
And it will always be here in Parion
My presence
So as to touch every strand of your hair,
Every eyelash.
Even thoung my lips won’t touch you
My breeze willtouch your skin.
Even tough my lips won’t speak
My breeze will speak with you.