Alas, Zigana Zigana
A mist sweeps over its tops
The rivers of Maçka
Flow very vehemently
Alas, Zigana Zigana,
A mist sweeps over the mountains
This year, my love
There is something amiss with you
Let's wander up to Zigana
The mountainsides are snowy
This year, my love
Is she still in love with me?