Do not return to me my heart
Stay there in the valleys
Become the eyes of the mount Omurga
And stare at the wide blue sea in amazement
Stay at the end of every
Turkish song
Buried in the ruins of Lycia
My heart become a mermaid in the sea
Be the wind among the fig trees
A butterfly in the land of the light
A honeybee in the land of tribes
Stay warm in the hands of women
Who make lavas
Run through the slopes of the Cirali
And embrace the Mediterranean Sea
Do not return my heart to me
Stay in the warmth of the chai
Become the rolling waves,
The lonely sea gull
Every pebble in the sea
Be a poem like every Turkish heart
Be the ears and listen to the stories
Of the ancient ruins of Tahtali
Be the stream in the Olympos creek and
Run down every day to meet the Mouth of the Mediterranean Sea
Become every leaf in every tree.
Do not return my heart to me
Stay with those lips that kissed me
Under the million stars in the Ancient city of Olympos
Stay forever in the arms of freedom.