Gittin Gideli [English translation]

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