Regards from me to the master of Bolu
We should climb the mountains
From neighing of the horses, the sound
of the pike
We should give sound and call out to
the mountains
The enemy came, formed themselves into
lines
My black destiny is written in my forehead
The rifle is invented, bravery died
The curved sword should rust in its
sheath
Does Köroğlu lose his glory?
He separates most from bravery
The white horse foam, the enemy from
its blood
Shalwar should become wet
Some at the fountain
Some at the start
Wearing red in the 15
Especially blue
Some wander at the mountains
Some counts her pearls
The one wearing red breaks my heart
Especially blue
Some gather woods
Some make coffee
The one wearing red takes my mind
Especially blue
Köroğlu tells what shall happen
The will of God shall realize
The one in blue shall be mine
Especially blue