They did not look or ask for me
They did not let me be
There I came, there I am going
They've never noticed me
This land, is our land
Where my beloved lives
Mother Earth, I have been hurt
Is there no snow on the mountains?
I built doors with my nail
Now they throttle me
Ceyhan streamed down my eyes
Flames peered through my soul
Where are my old friends, where?
Thorns sprouted like roses
My own mind growed resentful of me
Thinking I am mad, it deserted me
Come Mahzuni, to mountains
No joy is found in my gardens
Oh my old gardens
Whose heart has shed its leaves
Like a morning gust
I am the blast that passes by