Yar Yuregim Yar
Zülfü Livaneli
My Wounded Heart
My wounded heart, my wounded heart
See what's going on
Among this people, oh my lord
There are those who smile at us
This road is long
Its destination is far
There is no pass, oh my lord
There are deep lakes
Let the smiling ones smile
Let them find themselves
Don't let them know too much, oh my lord
There are those who know us
Yunus, don't ask for this
Don't ask for the arena
Within the arena, oh my lord
There are brave ones
Region: Sanliurfa
Source person: Mehmet Senses
