Hepsine düzeltemedim, ilk bakışta yakaladiklarimi düzelttim:

There is pillage in Karabakh
There are people who have attacked the spotless neck
Please stop and let me go
There are people who keep an eye on the road

The fire burned by Khoja Akhmet Yassawi
As if it is not fire, almost like a sherbet, quaff it
The carpets on the floor tell a thousand and one embroideries
The country is Anatolia from father's homeland to Balkan

This is never Turan, this is an amazing deluge
People reuniting are not strangers, they are sweethearts
Now, this is the right time to sing a song
My dear, this event is not related to left or right politics