Gülümse Anne [English translation]

In the evening, the longing will increase, it will become a mountain

In these mountains, if you throw a bullet, it will become an avalanche

Mum know that your son won't come back

Perhaps the homeland will be right when I die

Perhaps, the mountains will smoke, smoke skid

Maybe my voice screaming, screaming will be heard

Maybe your son will be put in a coffin

Do not worry mum

It's one fire, the liver, liver roasts

It's one fire, brothers and sisters get hit

Perhaps, my heart will be blood of a banner

Semile mum

The rain is thin again

Again the soil in the summer will bloom

You always see me in your dreams mum

See that my heart rests in the grave