Cemalım
Altin Gün
My Cemal
You’re the pride of Ürgüp, your smoke doesn’t rise
You’re the pride of Ürgüp, your smoke doesn’t rise
My chestnut horse won’t hold the gathering
My chestnut horse won’t hold the gathering
Your son is still so small, he can’t take your place
Your son is still so small, he can’t take your place
My Cemal, my Cemal, my lion Cemal
You’re left in a pool of blood, my Cemal
They’ve seen me leave Ürgüp
They’ve seen me leave Ürgüp
They knew by the stride of my chestnut horse
They knew by the stride of my chestnut horse
They’ve decided to kill me
They’ve decided to kill me
My Cemal, my Cemal, my lion Cemal
You’re left in a pool of blood, my Cemal
My Cemal, my Cemal, my lion Cemal
You’re left in a pool of blood, my Cemal
My Cemal, my Cemal, my lion Cemal
You’re left in a pool of blood, my Cemal
