Fabrika Kızı [English translation]

Every morning at sunrise

A girl passes by my door,

Disappears around the corner

With a head leaned forward, rather tired.

She wraps tobacco in the factory

As if it is for her own smoke,

Daydreams while wrapping

Like all the people do.

She wants to own a house

And a nondrinking husband...

She gets along with whatever God gives

As long as she is happy at home.

It starts raining outside

And, a pain deep in her heart,

Tears flow from her eyes...

The factory girl cries.

However, even in her own bed

She can not sleep a day right.

Just like her elderly mother,

She is unaware of her womanhood.

Machines are like spurs

Piercing her heart everyday.

Her hands made-to-weave-wool (*)

Are in the worry of daily bread.

Every evening at dusk

A girl passes by my door,

Disappears around the corner

With a head leaned forward, rather tired.

She wraps tobacco in the factory

As if it is for her own smoke,

Daydreams while wrapping

Like all the people do.

(*) Her delicate hands