Your pink tiny lip sang our song
The spring came down to misty hillside of Ankara
Your sensitive voice fired mourning of heart
Everyone who saw his cried. They depended their heart to her wavy hair
I told my love to the wind of Ankara
Didn't happen, My every enthusiasm left for tomorrow
Everyone who saw his cried. They depended their heart to her wavy hair
First she will smile a little, will give hope to your heart
She will promise, won't come, will deceive you always
She will say "love me", but she won't love, maybe she will make you cry as well
Don't cry in vain! Don't depend your heart to Ankara girls!
I told my love to the wind of Ankara
Didn't happen, My every enthusiasm left for tomorrow
Everyone who saw his cried. They depended their heart to her wavy hair