| Reach out your hand so I can give the heart, it's like the body today | 
| Seha is notorious pain, leading in tears | 
| Those who say "who loves draws", who do not know how to draw | 
| If you're going to go anyway, close my eyes, I can't see | 
| It would be forgotten if the heart did not touch the heart? | 
| I would tell you everything if you listened | 
| "You shot and I didn't die?" | 
| said the poem | 
| Now I understand that death is not the solution either. | 
| Would I have been brewing at the bottom of mourning too? | 
| Who knows? | 
| Who am I, who's lucky? | 
| This is my place, you were always mine | 
| His heart is too tight, he can't open it, this locksmith | 
| My feet say "Go", let my tears | 
| Take my life | 
| I'm actually dead, apparent life | 
| Let the whole world not believe, Nazilli is my witness | 
| My Nazilli witness really loved it | 
| Her joy was real if she hadn't laughed with tears | 
| It was like a single spring wilting baby flowers | 
| Let no one know, Nazilli is my witness | 
| It's you, here I am, I'm busy, I'm here today, I'm busy tomorrow | 
| My heart rope is a blind knuckle, my voice is a pattern knuckle knuckle | 
| Laughing is always a problem, ask me for tears | 
| I am an orphan born from the womb, a painful sunset, birth | 
| My angel, of course, you are used to joy | 
| Do you know, I can't let go of joy | 
| Seha loves here | 
| Please come, okay, I can't forget your eyes | 
| I'll wait, it doesn't matter, come by plane or horse | 
| If he makes you cry, son of gavur, don't stop there, come on horseback | 
| Destiny separate ember, burn the ember flame inside me | 
| Think fast, tire your head, my eyes are closing look | 
| A leaf like me turns yellow at the end of September | 
| Time bitch nurse would bandage my wound with salt | 
| It would go away and print, my eyes would look for mourning. | 
| My shadow turned my life yellow, the sun dried and turned yellow | 
| My Nazilli witness really loved it | 
| Her joy was real if she hadn't laughed with tears | 
| It was like a single spring wilting baby flowers | 
| Let no one know, Nazilli is my witness |