Ordunun Dereleri [English translation]

If the rivers of Ordu

would flow upwards

I would not give you to anyone

Even if Ordu would defy me

Oh mercy, one whose eyes are blackened with khol

Oh my Love, my love

I am not angry with you;

They spoke ill about me

I swear, i didnt tell anything

Oh mercy, one whose eyes are blackened with khol

The rivers of ordu

Are covered in black moss

Let's go away, my Love

My mother is crying at home

Oh mercy, one whose eyes are blackened with khol

(Oh my Baglama, my Baglama

Are you (made of) an apricot branch?

You sound so strange (sad)

Are you more in love than me?

Oh mercy, whose eyes are blackened with khol)