If the rivers of Ordu
would flow upwards
I would not give you to anyone
Even if Ordu would defy me
Oh mercy, one whose eyes are blackened with khol
Oh my Love, my love
I am not angry with you;
They spoke ill about me
I swear, i didnt tell anything
Oh mercy, one whose eyes are blackened with khol
The rivers of ordu
Are covered in black moss
Let's go away, my Love
My mother is crying at home
Oh mercy, one whose eyes are blackened with khol
(Oh my Baglama, my Baglama
Are you (made of) an apricot branch?
You sound so strange (sad)
Are you more in love than me?
Oh mercy, whose eyes are blackened with khol)