Kucak Kucak [English translation]

No.175 Barış Manço Street,

I will do all kind of tricks,oh if it weren't for her brother,

Her very simple story at home,at school,

She happy with little things,neither the band,or the degree of rang

I'm in love with that purity,I look in the mirror,

A magic eye touched,I'm dusting out my dust

Look with roses by the armfuls with

With beurek,with honey

If fate so decress,according to will of Allah,

And with the words of the prophet

She is completely herself,without any effort,

While feeding the homeless,her cat on her lap

Loves animals,never discriminate lives

I think,she knows those people with her heart

When did you grow up? What is this maturity?

As it flows over you,your immaculate chilhood.