Gün Olaydı Tan Olaydı

If it were day, if it were dawn
Where you stayed would be a mess
Where you slept would be a disaster

The day goes around the mountains
The tears in my eyes don't stop
The top of the mountain is all smoky
In the state of exile, my situation is dire
The cruel exile doesn't give a damn

If it were day, if it were dawn
Where you stayed would be a mess
Where you slept would be a disaster