Sen bunları duyma [English translation]

Nightingale's sounding is on her lips

the wonders of the troubles

Excuses are in her pockets

She makes up more and more

The one who is offended me is acting as murmuring

My storm which cuts the mountains was not enough for my lover

The weather gets darker, this boy becomes sad

Don't listen, this will too be passed.

Don't you hear them!

Dance in front of the zurna vigorously.

Spring with the April rains, fade away in May

It's a way like this.

Don't you hear them!

My heart will burn so much, don't follow my way

Even if I cry out every day, you shall be beautiful.

It's a different way

Nightingale's sounding is on her lips

the wonders of the troubles

Excuses are in her pockets

She makes up more and more

The one who is offended me is acting as murmuring

My storm which cuts the mountains was not enough for my lover

The weather gets darker, this boy becomes sad

Don't listen, this will too be passed.

Don't you hear them!

Dance in front of the zurna vigorously.

Spring with the April rains, fade away in May

It's a way like this.

Don't you hear them!

My heart will burn so much, don't follow my way

Even if I cry out every day, you shall be beautiful.

It's a different way

Don't you hear them!

My heart will burn so much, don't follow my way

Even if I cry out every day, you shall be beautiful.

It's a different way

• Artist:Can Bonomo