Everyone drinks his raki as much as his sorrow
If you haven't got your memories glassful
Leave little tears a side of the table
Have a nice meal
I find myself difficult so much
Since you left me
My skin is offened to my body
Since you left me
I had used to a rigor, It's done one thousand
My tears flowed it's done flood
My summer turned it's done winter
Since you left me
I am so tired of myself that
I withered and fell from my outgrowth
it seems as if my soul got out from my spirit
Since you left me