Namus Belası [English translation]

Being in jail, there are so many to give advices

If i put those advices together, there will be road from here to village

Mum, dad, siter, brother will be strange in my bad day

The blood which is dropped for trouble of honour is mine

We are one on manner,from Turhal, we are similar to each other

If we swear 100000 times, we drink wine still

Hourse is ours, women is ours, gun is ours, fame is ours

For trouble of honour, my brother, we will go into jail, which is ours

My bride girl, my tall in weight, without satisfying to each other

Without opening your face with Besmele, without sitting knee to knee*

They have taken you away, and hanged you in deserted

For trouble of honour my brother, the soul that we sacrificed is ours

My older is sacrifice, my sir is sacrifice, I made my manners

Neither deficient nor excessive,i did say everything in ok

Break the pencil, gimme pay, what will I do life

For trouble of honour the soul that we sacrificed is ours