Oğul [English translation]

The well's water has dried up.

The fig tree has stopped giving milk for a long time.

The yard that I thought was the word one time,

Is covered in different weeds and thorns.

The water in the glass, the sand in the ocean,

Is as much as I'm hopeless.

The yard that I thought was the word one time,

Was covered in different weeds and thorns.

Mother, I came back.

Are your knees still there to put my head on?

Mother, I came back.

Me, your son, your good for nothing.

• Artist:Teoman
• Album:O