Of çekerum derunden, dağlar oynar yerunden. Varmidu benum gibi usanmış kaderunden! Dertleri dereler dökeyum da düz olsun, varidi toksan tokuz yaram da senda vur da yüz olsun...
I sigh so deeply that the mountains get loose. Is there someone as fed up as I am with his own destiny? I pour the troubles down the creeks, they get smooth, I had ninty nine scars already, why don't you hit me so they'll be a hundred?