Anam [English translation]

If someone cries, my mom cries

It rains elegy together with rain from the sky

Liars with a friendly face are at my door

Loneliness is entirely naked in my bossom

Her cheeks smell like flowers, roses

Her lips give hope by a lullaby

Nothing has the warmth of a mother

My mom, my mom, my poor mom

You are not with me

To whom can I unburden my troubles ?

World is a lie, foreigners are disagreeable

• Artist:İbrahim Tatlıses
• Album:At Gitsin