Yiğidim aslanım [English translation]

these tiny roads of hometown

his hands dont work well becos of pain and hurt

his words are like poem from top to the bottom

my brave,my lion is lying here(he is dead)

i am sad today,the rose shall not flower

they gave me bad news from my brave

his steal bed,stone cedars

my brave,my lion is lying here(he is dead)

neither did he forbidden nor murdered he any soul

as clean as bread,as pellucid as water

he was prisoned without nobody's knowing

my brave,my lion is lying here(he is dead)

is it posible harvesting between graves(he means so many poeple is dead so,there are so many graves,so there is hardly space in cemetery)

13 years in prison,will durability stay still

if u ask Azrael,will he take ur soul

my brave,my lion is lying here(he is dead)