The true guys don't exist anymore
they have been run over by the train,
they've been sailing with a boat
and with a shisha turned off.
The baglama grew up
and became like a ship,
old sorrows on its hold
and its bow into nowhere.
Grim Reaper was standing
at the market and selling himself,
and an old lady, a good old lady
buys two kilos.
The true guys don't exist anymore...