Великолепный век - Хюррем - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am Alexandra Roksolana

I did not tell anyone about my grief, I didn't share it with anyone, I broke it out of myself, splashed into the sea, where the waves took him and took away.

On everything that disassembled me, I answered laughter.

I went against the fate, turning the girl - slave into the powerful Mrs..

And here I am where my life and fate has changed forever - at the Sultan Suleiman Palace.

This palace, which I first wanted to burn, serves me home, native hearth.

I could know that my heart, once I am getting silent from the thirst for revenge, will again fight from love.

I am Hurrem, the slave Sultan Suleiman, his concubine, his mistress, the mother of five of his children, his legitimate wife Hurrem, his nectar, the meaning of his existence, his beloved, his shining moon, his closest friend who knows all his secrets, the first among beauties , Hurrem.

I am Hurrem, a happy mother of Mehmet, Mikhrimah, Selima, Bayazida and Jihangira, Haseki Hurrem Sultan

My children, I gave the word myself and you, I swore, promised that the day would come, and in front of me kneel all, before whom I was leaning before, to kiss the pixas of their dresses.

This day came: all my enemies who brought me so much burning, all kinds of flour and burden, came the end: Now let them get tremble, for I poisoned every sigh, I will turn to the fire and wrap on them.

What gives me a harem, I will rule the world!