Boztorgay [English translation]

The bird which called the lark,

There is a nest by the river.

The bird which called the lark,

There is a nest by the river.

After the rain will be rural,

Oh, oh darling,

His father will to cry.

After the rain will be rural,

Oh, oh darling,

His father will cry.

Baby are crying, complaining,

Wandering through the Dobrudja.

Baby are crying, complaining,

Wandering through the Dobrudja.

Mom there and I'm here

Oh, oh darling,

The days pass with groaning, moaning.

Mom there and I'm here

Oh, oh darling,

The days pass with groaning, moaning

To one small lark,

I give the food but it isn't eat.

To one small lark,

I give the food but it isn't eat.

And girls from your edges,

Oh, oh darling,

Don't look like the girls to our edges.

And girls your edges,

Oh, oh darling,

Don't look like the girls from our edges.

Baby are crying, complaining,

Wandering through the Dobrudja.

Baby are crying, complaining,

Wandering through the Dobrudja.

Mom there and I'm here

Oh, oh darling,

The days pass with groaning, moaning.

Mom there and I'm here

Oh, oh darling,

The days pass with groaning, moaning

To one small lark,

I give the food but it isn't eat.

To one small lark,

I give the food but it isn't eat.

And girls from your edges,

Oh, oh darling,

Don't look like the girls to our edges.

And girls your edges,

Oh, oh darling,

Don't look like the girls from our edges.

• Artist:Şükriye Tutkun