Kıskanırım Seni Ben [English translation]

When your hair touches your face, I am jealous of it.

When you talk of someone, I am jealous of your tongue.

When your hair touches your face, I am jealous of it.

When you talk of someone, I am jealous of your tongue.

I am jealous of you, jealous from my heart*

What sort of love is this, o God, I will die from my sorrow

I am jealous of you, jealous from my heart

What sort of love is this, o God, I will die from my sorrow

Do not attach the rose to your chest, I will be jealous of it.

I will be jealous of your waist from the belt that embraces you

Your hand drives me crazy, wanders all around you

I will be jealous of your hand as it caresses your skin

I am jealous of you, jealous from my heart

What sort of love is this, o God, I will die from my sorrow

I am jealous of you, jealous from my heart

What sort of love is this, o God, I will die from my sorrow