Rauf, Faik - Perfume

I feel your perfume, even when I want you,
Even when I want you.
I know you're perfect, even when I hate you,
Even when I hate you.
I feel your perfume, even when I want you,
Even when I want you.
I know you're perfect, even when I hate you,
Even when I hate you.
In the morning, I feel the crying sun.
You loved me, and how did I love you too?
In the morning (in the morning), I feel the crying sun.
You loved me (you loved me), and how did i love you too?