So,
I am not a slave to the world.
I am not a slave to the world.
Whoever comes to Lokman,
Whoever comes to Lokman,
I have become friends with some friends.
Neither did the friends of my home,
nor the friends of my palace.
Neither did the friends of my home,
nor the friends of my palace.
The birds sang to my friend, my friend, my home.
Don't touch the sky,
don't touch, don't touch my home.
Don't touch the cruel,
don't touch,
don't touch my home.
I miss my friend,
my friend, the mountains.
I miss my friend,
my friend, the mountains.
My eyes are full of tears,
my heart is full of blood.
The beautiful months have come,
the honey has frozen.
The beautiful months have come,
my friend,
my friend,
the honey has frozen.
My heart is full of pain,
my friend,
my friend,
don't touch me.
Don't touch the sky,
don't touch,
don't touch my home.