הקבצן [English translation]

He gives the hand

To every direction

the shirts are torn

And covers his face

On the streets he drinks.

On the sidewalks he sleeps

Only his face they remember

Beggar with no name

There where , there where times

When the forelock used to shine.

I do not remember if Groush ( old money )

Maybe when the lira(older money) was

He was a big guy

He knew how to have fun

Living around the clock

Not yet tired

As I have already said

Everything was going the otherway .

All the good and sweet

Remains one hiding man

No family is no home

Sad and orphaned( with nobody )

Yes that's life

Thats the way of the World

There where , there where times

When the forelock used to shine.

I do not not not not not not remember if Groush ( old money )

Maybe when the lira(older money) was

There where , there where times

When the forelock used to shine.

I do not remember if Groush ( old money )

Maybe when the lira(older money) was