I wore the cardigan of reproach
on my own
I broke the bottle of shame and honor on the stone,
who cares?
Sometimes I ascend to the sky,
and observe the world
Sometimes I descend to the earth,
and the world observes me
Haydar Haydar, the world observes me
Ascetics have told that the wine of love is forbidden
I found it,I will drink it
the sin is mine,
Who cares?
Haydar Haydar, the sin is mine, who cares?
They've asked Nesimi,
are you okay with that wound?
No matter if I am happy or not
The wound is mine, who cares?
Haydar Haydar, the wound is mine, who cares?