Gelin Olmuş [English translation]

Every day of me is ruined, wasted, wretched

The ones who sold you should be ashamed, not you

What is the cure for this situation, stop the sin

These eyes shall go blind, they shan’t see this situation

You have become a bride, you are leaving

You are wearing the white shroud

Nobody knows, nobody sees

But you know it like the back of your hand

You have become a bride, you are leaving

You are dragging your wing

Nobody knows your troubles

(But) You know them like the back of your hand

It’s a three-dayed world (life is short)

Let it fall to pieces, let it be crooked

Let every place have absent nails

Let it turn to ember, let it burn

Mountain on mountain

Road, water, sky for my trouble

Nothing can be a cure, I ask myself

Tell me, do you have a trouble?