Dere Boyu Kavaklar [English translation]

The poplars along the brook banks

Green leaves have bloomed

I couldn't get enough of beloved, I couldn't get enough of that beloved

Let black earths get enough of her*

Come from where the vine terraces are

She dresses patterned skirt

Get up and let us go the one I love

Before the patrols catch us

Persian girl, Chechen girl

Dress yourself in whites, and me, myself in red

Let us go up to that mountaintop

You gather the rose and me narcissus

C'mon my rose, shake your hips

We are not afraid of these and those ones

Oh, the brook whose water is so muddy

How will it all end, how can we make that a reality?

The sin of men, the sin of us men

Girls, will be asked from you