How could I kiss your dainty lips,
Which never got hurt before,
How could I hold your lilly hands,
Which never suffered pain in the life,
I opened my eyes,
In a hot summer day,
In my mom's warm arms,
In a dusty country road,
Look! And smell!
I'm the Anatolia, I'm the mountains,
I'm the worker, I'm the sufferer,
I'm the last hope, I am the peace,
I am, I am, I am!
I'm the Anatolia, I'm the mountains,
I'm the worker, I'm the sufferer,
I'm the last hope, I am the peace,
I am, I am, I am!
Although, you are not like that,
They raised you like a princess,
You never touched to dirt,
You never fell love in with it,
I opened my eyes,
In a hot summer day,
In my mom's warm arms,
In a dusty country road,
Look! And smell!
I'm the Anatolia, I'm the mountains,
I'm the worker, I'm the sufferer,
I'm the last hope, I am the peace,
I am, I am, I am!
I'm the Anatolia, I'm the mountains,
I'm the worker, I'm the sufferer,
I'm the last hope, I am the peace,
I am, I am, I am!
Because of the poverty,
I couldn't even have a pair of shoe,
My Lord, how is this possible,
When I got them, I used to run in the,
Dirt, with amity of the dirt,
I made toys with the mud,
My skin got it's color from dirt,
Don't look at my browness, I got it later, 1
I'm the Anatolia, I'm the mountains,
I'm the worker, I'm the sufferer,
I'm the last hope, I am the peace,
I am, I am, I am!
1. He is talking about the tan he got while working under the sun, in the field.