Selda

Translation: Flaked snow falls upon the poor, 
Why destiny ignores the poor man's simple wishes?
 We're starving to death, please stop that sir, please Some are member of the parliament, some are governor,                 it's forbidden for us to get paid, 
I can't stand the fake poses anymore, we are moribund, education to us, roads to us, life to us,
 Come on sir, please, please, please, please, please please... Why is it so hard to build new roads,
 To build schools, to restore life
 please, please, please, please please... Why isn't Urfa like your Istanbul? 
Poor Maraş, dry Urfa, what about Diyarbakır?
 We're moribund, we're dead, just a drop of water
 Come on sir, please... We're dying, send a letter, come on sir,
 please, please, please, please, please please... Why is it so hard to give lands,
 To love, to know oneself                                                                     please, please, please, please please... We weren't born as lords, my dear fellow,
 Let's live together, don't think I'm cross with you, 
I'm moribund, don't be seperated, come on, brother, 
please, please, please, please, please please... Why is it so hard to give lands, 
To pay off debts, to know oneself,
 please, please, please brother please...