Have a glass of rakı* from the bottle,
Blow like a wind, make the wind ashamed,
Let the sun rise in your hands,
Your heart's been burnt, you've become a fire,
Have a glass of rakı,
Open the bottle, and let the world close,
Let the roses blossom on your roads,
You have no end, you are forever,
It is the faith that should be ashamed for; it stole you from me,
This's not working this way.
You begged, did she listen?
Did she say that you were wrong?
You see, they took your life,
Have a glass of rakı,
And smile at us from the edge,
Look at us, we went worse crying all the time,
Oh, come on come back again.
Derda*, derda, derda, oh,
Be a hope and come to me, oh,
Be a cloud and rain over me,
The rain that smells like you.