Şire [English translation]

In front of Taner my Şire is a flock of snow

The one who is walking down there with the eyes and brows is Şire herself

I want to give in to the devil and eat your eyes with my thin bread

Ow my Şire, our graceful Şire

May God keep the mother who has raised you away from sorrow

Ow my Şire, our hope you are Şire

In front of Taner my Şire is straight and curved

When a precious woman falls in the hands of a bad man

She becomes like filth in front of a dog

Şire says:"the ones who don't have true friends, are like those who get pimples and infections"

Ow Şire Şire, our graceful Şire

May God keep the mother who has raised you away from sorrow

Ow Şire Şire, our hope you are Şire

• Artist:Aynur Doğan
• Album:Nûpel