Yağma Sofrası [English translation]

This (dining) table, messieurs,

Is all our folk has

Our folk’s, which is shedding tears of blood, suffering.

It is waiting for you, messieurs,

Shivering in front of you.

But please don’t hesitate,

Eat swallow, eat swallow, gobble it!

Eat, messieurs, eat

This savoury (dining) table is yours

Eat until you are full, until you sneeze with your mouth shut,

Until you burst!

This poor fatherland

Gives everything it has

It gives its property, its life,

Its hope, its dream

Its comfort, its health,

All of the fire inside it

Come on, roll it, don’t think

Whether it’s halal or haram.

Eat, messieurs, eat

This savoury (dining) table is yours

Eat until you are full, until you sneeze with your mouth shut,

Until you burst!

Everything that is around is

Those coy gentlemen’s

Lineage, honour, wedding,

Joy, mansion, palace, ostentation

All of it is yours messieurs,

Mansion too, palace too, bride too, derision too

All of it is yours, all of it is yours,

Also it has been made ready, easily.

Eat, messieurs, eat

This savoury (dining) table is yours

Eat until you are full, until you sneeze with your mouth shut,

Until you burst!

The end of this blend comes,

Grab it quick

The cooker which is igniting today

Will have been died out tomorrow when you check

The stomaches are healthy at hand,

The stomaches are hot at hand

Refresh yourself, snap them up,

Cram them, quickly, by the armfuls!

Eat, messieurs, eat

This savoury (dining) table is yours

Eat until you are full, until you sneeze with your mouth shut,

Until you burst!