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 passedby the house of Ilda and AhmetThe old people that don't havetheir 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 memoriesLife left themthat sadness spreads them happinessoh how could some lovedon't want an own child
Come on son stay with usat least fill our late days with joyThey wipe away the tears with their sleevesThanks happiness that you cameto the yard of the sad ones