Harmanim ben harmanimKirk satirlik fermanimYok dizinde dermanim
Eyletmen beniSöyletmen beniAglatman beniAynalar aynalar
Ister anam darilsinIster babam darilsinVuran elim kirilsin
Hüznüm sizde görünürSaçim beyaz örülürYasarken de ölünür
Söyletmen beniAglatman beniAynalar aynalar
Yüzümde hep çizgilerIçimde hep ezgilerUçup gitti seneler
Eyletmen beniSöyletmen beniAglatman beniAynalar aynalar
I am a harvestI am an edict of forty sentencesI don't have any strength in my knees
Don't make me do itDon't make me say itDon't make me cryMirrors, mirrors
Be it my mother take offenceBe it my father take offenceBe it my hand that hit, be broken
My sorrow is visible on youMy hair is braided, whitePossible to die while living
Don't make me say itDon't make me cryMirrors, mirrors
Full of lines, my faceFull of melodies, insideThe years have flown by
Don't make me do itDon't make me say itDon't make me cryMirrors, mirrors