I threw the rope but its end remained
Therefore, its force remained
I loved, and they took it from me
Pain remained inside me
The gardens of Ankara
And its crooked roads
When you became drunk
That you can't raise your arms
You see my memories as a burden
And you purse your mouth (he means : when you hear my name, you skowl your face)
You took my darling from my hands
And left me desperate
The gardens of Ankara
And its crooked roads
When you became drunk
That you can't raise your arms