I am a poor man, if I leave this hand
I am a poor man,
if I leave
this hand
My hair is a mess,
I am left with nothing
Keremet,
don't take me out of your mind
Cry your tears,
wipe away the tears
Keremet,
don't take me out of your mind
Cry your tears,
wipe away the tears
Don't put
the flowers of Elvan on your head
Don't draw the pen of power to your spoon
If you
make me cry,
don't let your tears be enough
Cry your tears,
wipe away the tears
If you make me cry,
don't let your tears be enough
Cry your tears,
wipe away the tears
Karacaoglan says that when
you die
I will love you in my own way
When
you reach the nearness of your home
Take the news from your friends
When you reach the nearness of your
home Take the news from your friends