There is a pillage in Karabakh
There are people who have attacked to spottless neck
Please stop and let me go
There are people who were kept an eye on the road
The fire that was burned by Khoja Akhmet Yassawi
It is not only fire, almost like a sherbet, queff it
The carpets on the floor tell a thousand and one embroideries
The country is Anatolia from father's homeland to Balkan
This is never Panturkism, this is amazing Deluge
People who have reunion are not foreign, they are heart and sweetheart
Now, this is right time to sing a folk song
My dear this event is not related left or right politics