At five o'clock in the mid-afternoon
With Rıza the Headguard on duty,
A darkness filled the ward
At five o'clock in the mid-afternoon
We kept watching the rampage
After arresting the geranium,
They tucked it to the lockup
At five o'clock in the mid-afternoon
An abettor it was, obviously,
Spreading rumors and hashish were its crimes
It also had something to do with the Reds, for sure
At five o'clock in the mid-afternoon
The coast is again clear
The warden is stuck-up in his chair
The flower is manacled
At five o'clock in the mid-afternoon
Eyes of the beloved are wet
In their minds, their comrade on its way to the gallows.
In struggle with the green death
At five o'clock in the morning