Yaktın Yandırdın Beni [English translation]

She covered her face with her black forelock,

She comes as a fever on me

She heard some words from people

She took grief on her face which cannot suit a sulk.

Yar yar ( dear dear ) Enjoy, have a fun...

You made me burnt and burnt me...

You deceived me you cruel!

Why did you get offended to me?

You sold me for the sake of money.

You made me burnt and burnt me...

You deceived me you cruel!

Why did you get offended to me?

You sold me for the sake of another man.

There's a thread on your red bosom,

There have been a thousand of flowers upon it.

The last day I visited and I saw that she solitude herself.

Is the moon covered with clouds?

Yar, yar I cannot enjoy...

You made me burnt and burnt me...

You deceived me you cruel!