Bahçada Yeşil Çınar [Nanay] [English translation]

A Green Sycamore In The Garden

I see a green sycamore in the garden.

(and I'm reminded of that) you are the same height as me.

I loved you in secret,

I did not know the whole world would hear about that.

Oh my rose nanay

O my love whose hair is curled in bangs

nanay nanay

O my kind love nanay

O my love whose hair is curled in bangs

There are roses in the garden.

Go away, oh the love of others (not my love)

You won't be my lover,

then at least don't smile at my face.

The trouble comes within our heart

We don't have any complaint towards the beloved,

our only complaint is about our own heart,

we don't cry out because of others (but because of our own heart)

• Artist:Kardeş Türküler