Lyrics: Emrah Babayev
Music: Emrah Babayev
Though it may seem a lovely verse
The poet feeds on pain and curse
My life has passed in such a way
They say how fast you've aged today
Yesterday a bright so fair
Brought me a rose with gentle care
A thousand questions in her eyes
How fast you've aged, her silent cries
I roam the wilds both night and day
From peaks to plains I've found my way
I aim my shots, the echoes came
How fast you've aged, again the same
My hair turned white, my heart still frayed
The pen remains within my name
Two souls one say, in the end
Yet all repeat, you've aged my friend