Your eyebrows are black Your eyebrows are black, your eyebrows are dictated. This trouble makes me travel across the land. Your eyebrows make me go black. stops, I walk down the forests, I walk down the forests Nazlı, I lost, I cry, ah Ah, what am I with death? I have the bloody cruel they call death. come your own, the rumble of the forests hits me Nazli dream of tomorrow stands in front of me I walk down the forests Nazlı I lost half I cry