İsmet Özel - Sir, Please Allow Me to Leave ( Karacaoğlan )
Hey sir, let me go,
There are those who sigh and weep behind me.
My only wish is to be reunited with my beloved,
But there are mountains that should crumble in between.
Don't be scattered to the sky like dry leaves,
Don't tire yourself out blowing like a bitter north wind.
Wherever you see beauty, don't turn your heart away,
There are lords in our land who take lives.
The Arabian horse has just arrived,
Watch it as it turns right and left.
Forgive me the right of salt and bread,
I cannot go, there are those who keep me here.
Karac'oğlan says: I will not praise myself,
I will not take stones and beat my sorrowful heart.
They say don't love beautiful women, how can I not love them?
There are moles between your furrowed brows.
Karac'oğlan