Bana Bir Sarki Soyle

Sing me a song with sadness inside
Sing me a song with your face in mind

Let birds land on your head, in the end let it be exile
To never be satisfied with love, sing me a song

Let there be soil inside, let there be yellowed leaves
Let flags be on tongues, sing me a song

Let roses bloom in midwinter, let snow fall in August
Let hope remain for tomorrows, sing me a song

Sing me a song with sadness inside
Sing me a song with sadness inside

Let Mount Nemrut be your rose, let each horse's mane be your string
Let it be a passionate spring flood, sing me a song

Sing me a song with sadness inside
Sing me a song with your face in mind

Let birds land on your head, in the end let it be exile
To never be satisfied with love

Let there be soil inside, let there be yellowed leaves
Let flags be on tongues, sing me a song