Lights glow on the opposite mountain
Under the light of a lamp, my sweet Fadime writes
Don't make me wait, don't me make speak
In the low and high hills, my Fadime
Don't make me wait
On the opposite mountains there are suckling lambs
They don't make a noise, my Fadime
Life always comes to an end
Don't make me wait, don't me make speak
In the low and high hills), my Fadime
Don't make me wait