Don't let them build houses on high, high hills
Don't let them give their daughters to distant lands
Let them not look down upon the only one, the mother

Let it be known to the flying birds as well
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village

If my mother had a sail, she would open it and come
If my father had a horse, he would ride it and come
If my siblings knew the roads, they would come

Let it be known to the flying birds as well
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village

I wear light, so light
Pink suits the young so bright
One feels a certain way
When seeing their love in sight

Oh, you to the side, me to the glass
Let them draw our picture, side by side

The streams are filled with pebbles fine
Who gave you that clever mind?
Spinning and twirling, he plays
My elder brother's bright-eyed gaze

Oh, you to the side, me to the glass
Let them draw our picture, side by side

The streams are paved with pebble stones
Ducks with green heads are widely known
My beloved, so fair and divine
Rosy cheeks, arched brows so fine

Oh, you to the side, me to the glass
Let them draw our picture, side by side

Drama bridge, Hasan, it’s narrow, it can’t be crossed
Its waters are cold, Hasan, not a drop can be drunk
Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo
Let Hasan Karakedi listen in the Drama prison

Did you think the gravestones, Hasan, were for sheep?
Did you think killing a man, Hasan, was a game?
Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo
Let your friends listen in the Drama prison

Drama bridge, Hasan, it's narrow, so tight
I don't want much, Yanko Çorbacı, just fifteen hundred lira
Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo
Let Hasan Karakedi listen in the Drama prison

Did you cross the Drama bridge, Hasan, at night?
Did you drink the cup of death, Hasan, before you died?
Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo
Let your friends listen in the Drama prison

Did you cross the Drama Bridge (Oh Hasan) at night? Did you drink the cup of death (Oh Hasan) before you died? How did you turn away from your mother and father (Oh Hasan)?

Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo, Let your name spread in the Drama prison (Oh Hasan).

The Drama Bridge is narrow (Oh Hasan), it can't be crossed, Its waters are cold (Oh Hasan), no one can drink a cup, One can pass by their mother (Oh Hasan), but not by their lover.

Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo, Let your name spread in the Drama prison (Oh Hasan).

Did you think the gravestones (Oh Hasan) were for sheep? Did you think killing a man (Oh Hasan) was a game? Did you think the Drama prison (Oh Hasan) was a village?

Let your horse gallop, Debreli Hasan, let the mountains echo, Let your name spread in the Drama prison (Oh Hasan).