Nasýl Bir Sene Bu Sene

Snow is coming on a summer day
Longing pierces my heart
Even if I run away, it follows
Weather this year this year
What a year this year

I fell into the fire of love
Into the trap of loneliness
What has come upon me
Weather this year this year
What a year this year

All the lakes and streams have dried up
The vineyards no longer bear fruit
We've suffered damage instead of snow
Weather this year this year
What a year this year