Niz mahalu jedan djecak prodje,pokraj kuce Ilde i Ahmeta.Pogledase tuzni starci sto nemajudijete svoje,pozovi ga Ildo nama,oci su mu kao tvoje.
Zdravo sine kog od roda imas,glas starice stegla gorka sjeta.Zivot ih je ostavio,da im tuga srecu dijeli,o moze li jedna ljubavdijete sebi da ne zeli.
Hajde sine sa nama ostani,usreci nam makar dane kasne.Rukavima suze brisu,one kao kise liju,hvala sreco kada dodjenesrecnima u avliju.
Through the neighborhood a boy passed by the house of Ilda and Ahmet The old people that don't have their own child looked "Ilda call him to come to us, his eyes are like yours"
Hello son what relatives do you have? The voice of the old woman got him bad memories Life left them that sadness spreads them happiness oh how could some love don't want an own child
Come on son stay with us at least fill our late days with joy They wipe away the tears with their sleeves Thanks happiness that you came to the yard of the sad ones