You forgot about me, may it be a judgement on you,
May no one have you under their spell, may you still remain mine
The thing I love is your love, it cuts me to the quick
Didn't you ever think that your dandler would give a cry like this?
The Özlüce creek is in the midst of two mountains
May it never be wiped off from your face, the wound of my knife
The thing I love is your love, it cuts me to the quick
Didn't you ever think that your dandler would give a cry like this?