There is a garden, there is a vineyard
There is a quince, there is a pomegranate
The gift from our ancestors
We have a Atabarı
It is the Bar of Ata(Ancestor)
I saw my love in the garden
I call out to her, not to answer
She cried plangently
Straws at length
My love who has hazel eyes
They send her foreigner lands
I am a tall kımış
I stood in your way
Take it or leave it
I am in your fate
Here is the home of our fathers
Its boards are kevi
Play, Hit (Play), Dance!
Here is a wedding place.