Gula çiya [English translation]

The rose of mountains ah the rose of mountains

You melted me, ah the rose of mountains

Why your colour darkened ?

May I die, ah the rose of mountains

The roses flowered with your colours

Your jewellery have become green, red and yellow

My heart sighs and moans

All the time I moan for you

I am a minstrel, homeland's voice

My task is struggling and working

My heart always moans

I say : my rose, you are welcome