Her air, her water, her soil!
Thousands ready to sacrifice for one
Every side of her is a part from heaven,
My motherland is yet another
Hey, hey...
My Anatolia, a valiant lives within your scrag
Bards write epics on thy mountains
Her lambs, her wolves, her Yunus, her Emrah!
No country is anything next to my fatherland
Hey, hey...
Your lovers are beyond being lover
If you seek a fellow, go to Rumi
When you say ''I'm reborn'', you turn into water in seas
My motherland is yet another
Hey, hey...
Our afflicted shepherds sing their ballads
Poor-Rich everyone is in love with thee
The wheat you give is enough, the rest may come from the god
My motherland is yet another
Hey, hey...
My motherland is yet another