Bahar yok
Erguvanlar açmış
Yastayız yine
Bahar yok
Ülke yok
Ve her yer kan içinde.
There is no spring
The Judas trees are blossoming.
We're in mourning again.
There is no spring the
fertile land is
drowning in
blood.
There is no spring
The Judas trees are blooming
We’re in mourning again
There is no spring
There is no country
And everywhere is filled with blood.