I missed my village, I saw my dream He has greetings to friends, Sýlaya longs me, I miss my village, let me see the number.
It can be reached from Çelebi Mountain, How beautiful Hazrat Mevla has created, What a sweet plain smells the zodiac sign, I miss my village, let me see the number.
Singing birds in summer and winter Lilacs with purple hyacinths grow in my garden, Grapes and strawberries are enough in my eyes, I miss my village, let me see the number.
What a beautiful person, brother sister, Every day, the young and old, pray, Your bread shares the religious pain, I miss my village, let me see the number.
I have four roads, my town is Çelebi, Our green village awaits me, My knees run out, don’t go forward I miss my village, let me see the number.
Threshing House beautiful houses were built, The stoves were cheered, the chimneys burned, Those who have grown up have arrived at the School, I miss my village, let me see the number.
My village of Karaaðaç is in one province, Epic tale in readable language All my teachers Turkey in January, I miss my village, let me see the number.
The heart desires, let me go immediately, Let me build a gazebo in the garden vineyard, Say Hüdayi, my Lord, I will die there, I miss my village, let me see the number.
05.11.2020 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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