No. 274832 [PM]
song name: AIDS disease
Looking from behind — look at the figure,
later it turned out he had changed — son of a donkey, ahh…
those wearing bracelets on their arms and earrings in their ears,
those wearing beads and trinkets,
take them away; even if it were my father, take him away,
take him to donkey heaven.
Ahh, let my voice reach Ankara,
let it travel around Çankaya,
spread your microbe to many of them too,
those who look down on the common people,
take them away, take them away, even if it were my father, take him away,
take him to donkey heaven.
Ahh, İsmail’s saz and words are only a means,
Anatolia is suffering, the beys are deceitful,
those who give the green light
to bribery, oppression, price increases, and favoritism,
take them away, take them away, even if it were my father, take him away,
take him to donkey heaven.
Oh my poor İsmail, my capital is my saz,
the greatest danger is the attitude of “none of my business,” ahh…
the Laz, the Kurd, the Circassian,
the Bosniak, the Albanian — all are ours.
those who spread division in the homeland,
those who wound our hearts,
take them away, take them away, even if it were my father, take him away,
take him to donkey heaven.