He is sitting,
writing my sorrow
It comes and goes, it can't be turned back
The sky has hit the castle of Burj
The wind blows,
the dream can't be made
The wind blows,
the dream can't be made
This world is a spring,
a spring
The beginning is the headquarters,
the end is the castle
It is a nice castle with four doors
The castle is a spring,
the dream can't be made
I have a heart,
a wound with love
I go to the doctor,
I find a cure
While I have the opportunity,
come to sleep
On the road for you,
the caravan is not fun
On the road for you,
the caravan is not fun
My stupid Pir Sultan,
generous Kani,
generous Kani
Where are you coming from,
my dear?
You are the king of my heart, my Sultan
Without you,
this body can't be alive Without you,
this body can't be alive