These mountains are made of coal,
It's the last day of your life ,
Your destiny has a bird,
Its claws are made from Iron,
Come on my lady, my Leyla,
I want to sacrifice for your life,
Kill me to relieve my heart,
Or give me a choice to my problem,
This road goes to hell,
If you go back you'll find the opposite,
In here was dead a wretched person,
Birds are crying for her,