In Çanakkale the mirrored bazaar
Mother, I'm going, to face with the enemy
Oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale the mirrored bazaar
Mother, I'm going, to face with the enemy
Oh, my youth, alas!
In Çanakkale, a tall abhal
Some of us engaged, some of us married
Oh, my youth, alas!
Some of us engaged, some of us married
Oh, my youth, alas!
They shot me, in Çanakkale
They shot me, in Çanakkale
Oh, my youth, alas!
Without being dead, they put me in the grave
Oh, my youth, alas!