Ince Memet Turkusu
Zülfü Livaneli
Ince Memet's Ballad
Ince Memet shouted from his potbelly
The incense sellers listened carefully
He took seventeen bullets but didn't die
Grab my hand, Ince Memet, let's go to the mountains, let's go, oh
Fate has written this fate, let's confirm it in the mountains, let's confirm, oh
A tassel on the horse's neck
My blood dripped onto the grass and dust
If I survive, I'll ask you
Grab my hand, Ince Memet, let's go to the mountains, let's go, oh
Fate has written this fate, let's confirm it in the mountains, let's confirm, oh
The incense sellers came in groups
They pierced my chest with holes
They took my picture at the wall's base
Recognize me on the white paper, let's go to the mountains, oh
Fate has written this fate, let's confirm it in the mountains, let's confirm, oh
