Eski Bir Fincan [English translation]

Listen me my son, once at a mansion,

At evening, in the light of oil lamp

With that cup which remained from her Pasha grandfather

My grandmother would offer coffee to Mr. Abdi

After the years, fourty-three (or) fourty-four, the middle of war

Ration card of bread, and poverty years

With that cup which remained from her husband's mother

For this time, my mother would offer coffee to Mr. Hakkı

That old mansion is burned, became ash

These years with ration card of bread are already over

Mr. Abdi and Hakkı are became deceased

Only that cup remained from centenary loves

One day, the cup will be yours with its accumulated memories

Even if it fall and break, repair it my son,

Your coffee age will come, save this cup well.