Bir Acı Türkü [English translation]

I will come certainly, my mum

You wait for me in front of the door in the mornings

I'd be a bird on your window

I'd can be the wind on your door

(I'd be a flower on your branch)

I'd be a star to your night

Don't bend your head, I'd be damned

Don't drain your tears to your napkin

And don't make your rose* face faded

The nights get (more) narrow, the ways get longer

I can't come to your door

I can't sing a painful song to (for) you

My beautiful mum, you, don't cry