Yiyin Efendiler (Yağma Sofrası)

This little table is the essence of our people's life
Our people, shedding blood, struggling for life
Gentlemen, our people await you, trembling before us
But don't hesitate, eat up, swallow up, slurp it all up
Eat, gentlemen, eat
This appetite-inducing table is yours
Eat until you're stuffed, until you burst
The poor give everything in this country
They give their possessions, their lives, their hopes
Their comfort, their health, all the fire inside them
Come on, roll it up, don't think if it's forbidden or allowed

All these delicate gentlemen's belongings are out there
Lineage, honor, weddings, games, mansions, palaces, flaunting
It's all yours, gentlemen, in the mansion, in the palace, in the parade, come and get it
It's all yours, all yours, and it's all ready and easy
The end of this harvest will come, grab and go
Tomorrow you'll see the fire that crackles today will be extinguished
Ready stomachs, strong stomachs, hot stomachs
Nibble, grab, squeeze, grab, grab, embrace