As your little pink lips sing our song
Spring came to misty hillsides of Ankara
Oh your sensitive voice, how it made my heart's longing
All those see it, cryed, set their heart on it; your wavy hair
I told my love to the winds of Ankara
No, my all eager was for tomorrow
All those saw it, cryed, set their heart on it; your wavy hair
At first, she'll smile a bit, will make you a hoper
She'll promise, but won't come, she always decieves you
She'll say "love me", but won't love you, maybe even make you cry
Don't cry in vain, don't set your heart on the girls of Ankara
I told my love to the winds of Ankara
No, my all eager was for tomorrow
Don't cry in vain, don't set your heart on the girls of Ankara