You are an olive - farmer :
     You''re growing olive trees -
         So many in the number
            My mind won''t follow ,
                Lips won''t  count .

               You love your job ,
                  You love your trees :
                     I hear you calling them
                       By sweetest words  ,
                          Like "' buddies "' , ''darlings "'...

                     Oh , happy olive -trees
                         In Turkish city Adana ,
                             You are so loved
                        By your sweetest farmer - Mehmet .

28.05. ''14
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