Aglarsa anam aglar ardimdanGöklerden agit yagar yagmurlaDost yüzlü yalancilar kapimdaYalnizlik çirilçiplak koynumda
Gül çiçek kokan yanaklariNinniyle umut veren dudaklariHiçbirseyde yok ana sicakligiAnam anam garip anamSen yoksun yanimdaKime dert yanamDünya yalan eller yaman
If someone cries, my mom criesIt rains elegy together with rain from the skyLiars with a friendly face are at my doorLoneliness is entirely naked in my bossom
Her cheeks smell like flowers, rosesHer lips give hope by a lullabyNothing has the warmth of a motherMy mom, my mom, my poor momYou are not with meTo whom can I unburden my troubles ?World is a lie, foreigners are disagreeable