(opera chorus-turkish) Ha bu yârun evinun Kapıları tahtadan Kapıları tahtadan Kapıları tahtadan Bıraktum işi gücü Düştum yârun peşine Düştum yârun peşine Düştum yârun peşine Köyümün en güzeli Yüreğumun ateşi (Oh, this girl’s house, The doors are made of wood, The doors are made of wood, The doors are made of wood. I left my work behind, I fell after my love, I fell after my love, I fell after my love. The prettiest in my village, The fire of my heart) Demon in the village at night In the morning I don't know where I was In the morning My mother's wakin me up In the morning We don't talk about last night In the morning The sky is gettin bright Demon in the village at night Eatin all the apples from the apple tree Came up to my house when the snow came down He was knockin on my door tryin to come in now In the morning I don't know where I was In the morning My father's wakin me up In the morning We don't talk about last night In the morning The sky is gettin bright Devil in the village at night Spreading out the money from his big black purse Came up to my house on a Friday night He was knockin on my door and I was paralyzed In the morning I don't know where I was In the morning My brother's wakin me up
