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can someone translate this please:
Ne çikar bahtimizda ayrilik varsa yarin.
Sanma ki, hikayesi su titreyen dallarin,
Düsen yaprakla biter.
Böyle bir kara sevda kara toprakla biter.
Aglama, olma mahzun, gülerek bak yarina.
Sanma ki, güzelligin, o ipek saçlarina
Dökülen akla biter.
Böyle bir kara sevda kara toprakla biter.
What might come up from our destiny, if there is separation tomorrow.
Don´t think that the story of these shaking branches,
End up with falling leaves.
This kind of blind love will end with black soil (which means "death")
Don´t cry, don´t be sad, smile for tomorrow.
Don´t think that your beauty, your silk hair
End up with whites(or grays) on them
This kind of blind love will end with black soil
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